CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Natalie's eyes lit up as she, too, concurred on the point made.

“I've spoken for long enough, madam, so I shan't continue to impose. I shall take my leave now.” Looking at the time, Mrs. Wilson realized how late it was and decided against continuing the conversation.

Smiling, Natalie passed the now empty glass back along. “All right. Take care, and do rest up soon, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Will do.” Mrs. Wilson then exited with a genial laugh.

At the Stanford Hospital, Silas was already waiting at the entrance by the time Shane arrived and quickly came down the steps as soon as he saw the car turn in. “Mr. Shane,” he greeted.

“Where's Jackson?” asked Shane as he tossed him the keys.

Silas followed behind as he entered the hospital. “Dr. Baker's at the morgue.”

“How long has he been there?” asked Shane with a squint.

Silas considered it before he replied, “Almost half an hour. I got here about half an hour ago and inquired with the person in charge. Dr. Baker had only arrived a few minutes before I did.”

who were at the morgue to view the body

of all, it was out of concern of potential tampering with the bodies of the deceased, and secondly, because the morgue was cold enough to the extent that one

frigid and severe when he heard how long Jackson had been

anything happening within, regardless. Thus, his eyes narrowed as he turned to the

they pushed their

them to abide by Shane's orders, hence,

from behind the doors in the form of Jackson's angry roar. “Get your hands off me!

listened to

escorted out by the security guards, with one

collapsed limply on the floor, unable to

was astounded. “What

pursed into a slit. “Your

security guards sought to explain themselves. “Dr. Baker has stayed inside the morgue for too long. When we found him, he was already sitting on the floor by the freezer like that. His legs

see,” Silas

thought for a moment that

day so we'd get family members coming into the morgue just as often. That's why we