CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“She fainted,” Sally said reproachfully. “What did you say to her that shocked her so much? Don't you know that pregnant women should be treated with care?”

Shane did not mind the admonishment in the least. She was, after all, doing this because she cared about Natalie.

Instead, he said, “I told her something happened to Sharon.”

“Are you serious?” Sally was immediately concerned. “Is she all right?”

“She is now,” the other said and left it at that.

“Thank goodness.”

“Let me know when Nat comes to. Take care of her for me, please.” While there was nothing Shane wanted more than to be by the side of his beloved, he knew he was needed here with the children.

“Don't worry, I will,” Sally assured.

“Thanks.” Ending the call, Shane's expression darkened as an icy look appeared in his eyes. Jacqueline Graham, I'll make you pay for what you did!

Meanwhile, Sally had placed the still-unconscious Natalie on the backseat of the car, ready to drive them both back to where they were staying.

was then that the latter's eyes fluttered

face still as white as a sheet. “I need to be

Sally raised her brows. “Nat, are you thinking

her friend said, red-rimmed eyes shining with an almost frenzied conviction. “I have to go back

about the

to me than

took in her determined look wordlessly before nodding with a smile. “I understand. Okay. I'll drop you off then.” She started the car and steered it in the direction of the

nodded half-heartedly. She looked out the window with a dazed expression, her mind swimming with

to the airport, she had forgotten to update Shane as promised. “Oops...” she muttered to herself. I

moment to lose, she hailed

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