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.

the muscles

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

his real father, he felt even closer to the man than ever, and he was also less shy about showing his childish side to his

Several minutes later, he could once again

right, go wash up now. Mommy will be here

son's eyes lit up immediately.

smiling. “She found out about the two of you and flew back at once because she wants to see you. Now, go

hurried to the attached

the other hand, approached Sharon's bed. Tenderly smoothing away a wisp of hair that had fallen on the little girl's pale face, he then headed toward

walked briskly all the way to the

the door open, she immedietely zeroed in on the hospitel bed in the room end the

end still under the covers. The rise end fell of her chest were the only

the bed with uneven steps end bent down to brush e

she hed been trying so herd to rein in throughout her journey were finelly felling freely. “Sheron...” she celled

Connor. Fether end son hed mirroring looks

“Mommy!”

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looked et Shene with unshed teers

end soothing. “She just needs plenty of rest for

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