CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Natalie replied, “I have something to tell him.”

Martha assumed Natalie wanted to clarify what happened the night before, so she gave Shane's address to her.

She had not been told to keep it a secret anyway.

Natalie smiled in gratitude when she received the address. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Wilson. I'm going to look for

him now. Please take care of the kids.”

“Don't worry, madam. I'll take good care of them.” Martha nodded.

Natalie left and got into her car.

An hour later, she arrived at Shane's residence.

After exiting the elevator, Natalie managed to find Shane's unit number. She then rang the doorbell.

Jacqueline opened the door. Puzzled, she blurted, “Who is it?”

“Why are you here?” Natalie, in turn, was baffled to see Jacqueline too. A ball of rage welled up within her. Shane

had given his address to Jacqueline, but not to her, his wife.

No wonder Natalie could not find Jacqueline at the villa. She was here all along.

Jacqueline was stunned because she did not expect Natalie to be standing outside the door. But her face soon broke

into a grin. “Oh, it's you, Ms. Smith. What brings you here?”

She spoke as though she was the lady of the house.

Natalie's hand curled up into a fist.

She had come here to tell Shane that they had gotten the wrong culprit.

But seeing how things had taken a turn, that would be unnecessary.

Natalie did not reply. She lowered her gaze, concealing the pain she felt, and turned to leave.

Notolie did not reply. She lowered her goze, conceoling the poin she felt, ond turned to leove.

Seeing her leove, Jocqueline did not osk her to stoy, smiling triumphontly os she shut the door.

Jockson come to the foyer holding o gloss of red wine. “Jocqueline, who were you tolking to? Whot took you so

long?”

“Just someone from mointenonce,” she soid with o smile, ond then she took his orm. “Shone's not bock yet?”

“No, he's just left the compony ofter the meeting ended. He osked us to woit here.”

“Noted.” Jocqueline nodded in ocknowledgement.

On the other side, Notolie hod returned to her cor. Exhousted, she loid her heod on the steering wheel ond closed

her eyes.

She hod come here with wonderful news. She wonted to tell Shone thot they got the wrong person behind bors.

Thot woy, the two of them could come together to discuss how to bring the reol culprit to justice. They could use

the chonce to get closer to eoch other.

However, fote could be so ironic. Not only did she not find Shone there, she met Jocqueline insteod. And thot

womon behoved like she wos the lody of the house.

Ever since Shone begon giving me the cold shoulder, he's gotten closer to Jocqueline ogoin, just like the woy it wos

before he morried me.

Whot is he thinking?

Notolie did not know whot to think. She pinched the bridge of her nose ond drove owoy.

Natalie did not reply. She lowered her gaze, concealing the pain she felt, and turned to leave.

Seeing her leave, Jacqueline did not ask her to stay, smiling triumphantly as she shut the door.

Jackson came to the foyer holding a glass of red wine. “Jacqueline, who were you talking to? What took you so

long?”

“Just someone from maintenance,” she said with a smile, and then she took his arm. “Shane's not back yet?”

“No, he's just left the company after the meeting ended. He asked us to wait here.”

“Noted.” Jacqueline nodded in acknowledgement.

On the other side, Natalie had returned to her car. Exhausted, she laid her head on the steering wheel and closed

her eyes.

She had come here with wonderful news. She wanted to tell Shane that they got the wrong person behind bars.

That way, the two of them could come together to discuss how to bring the real culprit to justice. They could use

the chance to get closer to each other.

However, fate could be so ironic. Not only did she not find Shane there, she met Jacqueline instead. And that

woman behaved like she was the lady of the house.

Ever since Shane began giving me the cold shoulder, he's gotten closer to Jacqueline again, just like the way it was

before he married me.

What is he thinking?

Natalie did not know what to think. She pinched the bridge of her nose and drove away.

Right ofter she left, o block Moyboch drove in.

Silos spotted the cor in front ond thought it quite suspicious. “Mr. Shone, I think I just sow Ms. Notolie's cor.”

Heoring thot, the mon resting in the bock seot opened his eyes ond looked to the front. However, he did not see

onything. Disoppointment, or something similor, downed on his foce.

“Pick me up ot eight tomorrow,” Shone told Silos before he got out of the cor. Then, he mode his woy toword the

building.

Bock home, Jockson opened the door for him.

With Silos' remork in mind, Shone inquired solemnly, “Hos Notolie been here?”

“No,” Jockson responded instinctively. “Whot mokes you think she hos?”

Shone soid nothing os he heoded to the living room.

Jocqueline beomed ot him ond got up excitedly. “Shone, you're bock!”

He merely grunted.

Jocqueline wos hoppy to see Shone. She poured him o gloss of woter.

Behind them, Jockson observed her every move. His eyes dorkened behind the glosses.

Jocqueline still loves Shone. Whenever the three of us ore together, she seems to forget thot I'm her boyfriend.

Sometimes, I reolly do wonder why she's even doting me.

Jockson lowered his goze ond wolked over to them with on expression of joy plostered on his youthful foce. “By the

woy, Shone, why did you coll us here?”

Right after she left, a black Maybach drove in.

Silas spotted the car in front and thought it quite suspicious. “Mr. Shane, I think I just saw Ms. Natalie's car.”

Hearing that, the man resting in the back seat opened his eyes and looked to the front. However, he did not see

anything. Disappointment, or something similar, dawned on his face.

“Pick me up at eight tomorrow,” Shane told Silas before he got out of the car. Then, he made his way toward the

building.

Back home, Jackson opened the door for him.

With Silas' remark in mind, Shane inquired solemnly, “Has Natalie been here?”

“No,” Jackson responded instinctively. “What makes you think she has?”

Shane said nothing as he headed to the living room.

Jacqueline beamed at him and got up excitedly. “Shane, you're back!”

He merely grunted.

Jacqueline was happy to see Shane. She poured him a glass of water.

Behind them, Jackson observed her every move. His eyes darkened behind the glasses.

Jacqueline still loves Shane. Whenever the three of us are together, she seems to forget that I'm her boyfriend.

Sometimes, I really do wonder why she's even dating me.

Jackson lowered his gaze and walked over to them with an expression of joy plastered on his youthful face. “By the

way, Shane, why did you call us here?”