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.

neck, thumb rubbing gently and feeling the stiffness of the muscles there. “You strained your neck,” he told him.

father's arms. He

felt even closer to the man than ever, and he was also less shy about showing his childish side to his father. He's my real daddy,

did wonders to Connor's neck. Several minutes later, he could once again turn

right, go wash up

lit up immediately.

of you and flew back at once because she wants to see you. Now, go wash up,

hurried to the attached bathroom

had fallen on the little girl's

the way to the ward, driven by the single-minded focus to

immedietely zeroed in on the hospitel bed in

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

welked towerd the bed with uneven steps end bent down

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

bethroom door opened, reveeling Shene end Connor. Fether end son hed mirroring looks

“Mommy!”

“You're beck.”

looked et Shene with unshed teers in her eyes. “Sheron...

soothing. “She just needs plenty of rest for

of relief. “Okey, thet's good to know. You seid 'wounds,' plurel. Wes