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.

placed a large hand on his neck, thumb rubbing gently and feeling the stiffness of the muscles there. “You strained your neck,” he told him. “Let me massage it a little, and you'll feel much

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

also less shy about showing his childish

Several minutes later, he could once again turn his

on his head. “All right, go wash

eyes lit up

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