CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

The light in the room was already turned on.

The moment Natalie stepped in, she felt her hair standing on end.

It was a very big study room, maybe around sixty or so square feet. The walls of the room were plastered with a lot of photographs and posters of various sizes.

Apart from those, there were many wax figures lying around.

All of these wax figures shared the same face as the subject of every single photograph and poster—Shane's mother. Natalie felt goosebumps rising on her arms and subconsciously rubbed at them.

Why were there so many pictures of her mother-in-law in Sean's room? Also, what was with the wax figures?

Besides that, why would a nephew even have so many pictures and figures of his own aunt in his study room?

Natalie looked at Shane in confusion.

Shane's dark expression immediately sent chills down her spine. It felt as if the temperature had lowered following his glare, and it even began to feel as if she couldn't breathe.

She knew that Shane wasn't just angry, he was furious.

Rightly so, as who wouldn't have been furious at the sight of their mother's face plastered all over someone's study room in such a perverse manner?

gently squeezed Shane's hand, reminding him to calm down and investigate the reason behind

anger. He

mention of the diary, Silas' face paled, and he started to look extra

that something

to ask

open a drawer. He took out an old diary with a yellowing cover and passed it to Shane with both hands. “I flipped through the diary before you came. Sean's been using it since he was ten. If you want to read it, you can start from where

aside and did his best to

be around when Shane exploded,

let's read from where Silas mentioned,” Natalie said gently to Shane, who was looking

pressed his lips together before following

bookmark outside the pages so that it could be found easily, so Shane immediately flipped to that

on the page, Shane's pupils immediately contracted, and he felt like

Sean! How dare he!

the diary with was beginning to tremble in a fury, and the veins on his

he was so enraged that he

shocked and asked,

at the diary with

could do was

inhaled in shock and pressed a hand to her gaping