CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“No, you're not.” Shane held Connor's hand in his and spoke in his usual calm voice, betraying nothing. “But why are you calling at such a late hour? Is something up?”

Natalie pulled the blankets to herself as she sat up and leaned against the headboard. Her forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her face was rather pale as well. “I had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” Shane narrowed his eyes.

“Yes. I had a dream that Connor and Sharon were kidnapped and I was jolted awake. I've been feeling dreadful ever since and thought maybe calling and hearing their voices might help me feel better.”

Shock flashed in Shane's eyes.

The kids just landed in misfortune, and she had a dream that something terrible had befallen them at the same time?

Although the details between her dream and how the events unfolded were different, Shane was astounded by the coincidence nevertheless.

Perhaps this is what people mean when they talk about the natural bond between mothers and their children...

“Don't worry, the children are fine. Dreams are most often the direct opposite of reality,” Shane comforted her.

On the other end of the line, Natalie's smiled faintly and let out a small laugh. “I know that, but for some reason, this dream feels different. I can't seem to get over this unsettling feeling it just gave me. Will you put the children on the line please, Shane?”

She reckoned she would not have peace of mind without hearing their voices.

Pursing his lips for a moment, Shane answered, “The children are in the villa. Why don't you call Mrs. Wilson instead? She could put them on the line.”

“All right,” Natalie responded.

After that, the two proceeded to chitchat about other stuff for a bit before ending the call.

Shane turned to Mrs. Wilson immediately. “Nat's about to call you. Be careful and make sure you cover up.”

“Sure.” Mrs. Wilson nodded.

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lips. “That's all right. I'd be happy just to

Please hold on while I go upstairs.” With that, Mrs. Wilson took a few steps on her spot and pretended as if she was indeed

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