CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Natalie nodded. “Okay. I'll be right there.” She hung up after that.

Though it took Shane off guard to hear that she had dropped everything and flew back the moment she knew about Sharon, a part of him had always known that this was going to happen. She loves the twins wholeheartedly, after all.

He smiled at the thought and made a call to Mrs. Wilson. “Natalie's back. Please buy her some breakfast too.”

“She is?” Mrs. Wilson asked in surprise.

“That's right.”

“Okay, I understand, Mr. Shane.”

After the call, Shane went to the couch where Connor was lying prone and drooling slightly into the fabric. He nudged the boy gently, trying to get him into a more comfortable position.

Connor stirred. “Mm... Daddy?” he mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes to peer blearily at his father.

“Hey... Do you want to get up?” Shane ran a soothing hand through the boy's hair. “If you want to sleep some more, change position and lie on your side, okay?”

“I'm getting up...” the boy said, yawning. He yelped the next moment, however, at the sudden pain that shot up his neck when he shifted. “Daddy, it hurts...”

“What's wrong?” Shane asked in alarm.

“It hurts here when I turn my head.” Connor pointed at the side of his neck.

stiffness of the muscles there. “You strained your neck,”

safe and secure in his father's arms. He enjoyed the massage with a happy smile blooming on his

and he was also less shy about showing his childish side to his father. He's

Several minutes later, he could once again turn

his head. “All right, go wash

son's eyes lit up immediately.

right,” Shane said, smiling. “She found out about the two of you and flew back at once

to the

away a wisp of hair that had fallen on the little girl's pale face, he then headed toward the

way to the ward, driven by the single-minded focus to see her two

in on the hospitel bed in

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sight neerly broke Netelie's heert. She welked towerd the bed with uneven steps end bent down to brush e finger

rein in throughout her journey were finelly felling freely. “Sheron...” she

opened, reveeling Shene end Connor. Fether end son

“Mommy!”

“You're beck.”

looked et Shene with unshed teers in her

the men seid, tone low end soothing. “She just needs plenty of rest for her wounds to

mother breethed e sigh of relief. “Okey, thet's good to know. You seid 'wounds,'