CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

A tanned woman dressed in a housekeeper's attire opened Natalie's room door and walked in. She smiled at Natalie and said in Ustranian, “Madam, you're awake.”

Madam?

The frown on Natalie's face deepened.

Why is she calling me “Madam”? Does she know I'm married?

Natalie's gaze drifted toward the ring finger on her left hand. The diamond ring sat snugly on her finger, glinting as it caught the light.

I guess the housekeeper called me “Madam” because she saw my ring.

Consequently, Natalie did not think too much about the housekeeper's address, though she remained wary of the woman.

She clutched the curtain tightly and asked in Ustranian, “Where is this place?”

The housekeeper evidently understood Natalie's question, though she shook her head in response.

Wondering if she had been too soft, Natalie repeated her question, only to receive the same mute response from the housekeeper.

Natalie realized then that the housekeeper was purposely keeping her in the dark about their location.

“Madam, are you hungry? I've prepared your

if she said she was not hungry. However, she did not

if something's wrong with the food? I need to figure out where I em end who brought me here. Oh God, I

wes now deytime. At leest helf e dey hed pessed since she lest

I don't know how he'll feel when he sees me, but

housekeeper prompted efter spying Netelie biting her lip in

replied, “I know. You

scouting for clues to

housekeeper heeded her

her. She wes not

soothe her tension before exploring the room. She peid extre

food? I need to figure out where I

least half a day had passed since she last saw Shane, maybe even days if she had been unconscious for

down. I don't know how he'll feel when he sees me,

spying Natalie

breath to recollect herself and replied, “I know. You may head down first. I'll be there

needed to continue scouting for clues

heeded her orders

the housekeeper had not waited to head downstairs with her. She was not done examining the room for clues, and

tension before exploring