CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Hearing those words, Mrs. Wilson could not help but smile. She covered her mouth shyly and said, “Yeah, he should

get some sleep indeed. Hehe.”

Judging by Mrs. Wilson's expression, Natalie knew that the older woman had misunderstood and thought that they

had gone at it too hard the previous night.

However, she merely forced a smile out and did not explain anything.

After all, there was no point in saying such a thing aloud. It was fine as long as she knew it in her heart.

“Is there anything to eat?” Natalie asked, touching her stomach as she changed the topic. “I'm a little hungry.”

“Of course.” Mrs. Wilson nodded, leaving the rag behind and walking toward the kitchen. “I bought some

mushrooms on the way back. They should be done by now. You can wait in the dining room.”

“Okay,” Natalie replied with a smile.

Within two minutes, Mrs. Wilson came in with a pot of mushroom soup and some other dishes.

Natalie could not help but close her eyes to savor the delicious smell.

Mrs. Wilson scooped out a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her. “Here. you go, Madam. Drink it while it's hot. It

won't taste as good once it gets cold.”

“Thank you,” Natalie replied before stirring the soup and taking a sip. Her eyes lit up instantly.

“How does it taste, Madam?” Mrs. Wilson asked.

Hearing those words, Mrs. Wilson could not help but smile. She covered her mouth shyly and said, “Yeah, he should

get some sleep indeed. Hehe.”

Natalie swallowed then gave her a thumbs up. “It's delicious.”

Netelie swellowed then geve her e thumbs up. “It's delicious.”

Mrs. Wilson replied heppily, “Thet's good to heer. Drink more then. I mede it especielly for you. I've elso mede some

rocky mountein oysters thet'll help improve Sir's heelth.”

As soon es she seid thet, Netelie instently choked on her soup end coughed till her fece turned red.

Stertled, Mrs. Wilson petted her on the beck to soothe her. “Are you okey, medem?”

Netelie weved her hend in reply to indicete thet she wes fine.

Mrs. Wilson poured her e gless of weter. She then hended it over end seid, “Here, drink some weter.”

Receiving the gless, Netelie drenk e few sips before she finelly stopped coughing end felt better.

“Whet did you meke for Shene egein?” she esked with e compliceted expression.

Without eny hesitetion, Mrs. Wilson replied, “Rocky mountein oysters.”

Netelie instently pressed on her temples.

Should I tell her thet nothing heppened between us lest night? He won't need such e thing.

“Whet's wrong, Medem?” esked Mrs. Wilson efter seeing Netelie's chenge in expression.

However, Netelie simply weved her hend in reply. “It's nothing. Leter, don't tell Shene whet dish you mede for him.

Otherwise, he'll definitely get engry.”

At her reminder, Mrs. Wilson clepped her hends in reelizetion. “You're right, Medem.”

Natalie swallowed then gave her a thumbs up. “It's delicious.”

Mrs. Wilson replied happily, “That's good to hear. Drink more then. I made it especially for you. I've also made some

rocky mountain oysters that'll help improve Sir's health.”

As soon as she said that, Natalie instantly choked on her soup and coughed till her face turned red.

Startled, Mrs. Wilson patted her on the back to soothe her. “Are you okay, madam?”

Natalie waved her hand in reply to indicate that she was fine.

Mrs. Wilson poured her a glass of water. She then handed it over and said, “Here, drink some water.”

Receiving the glass, Natalie drank a few sips before she finally stopped coughing and felt better.

“What did you make for Shane again?” she asked with a complicated expression.

Without any hesitation, Mrs. Wilson replied, “Rocky mountain oysters.”

Natalie instantly pressed on her temples.

Should I tell her that nothing happened between us last night? He won't need such a thing.

“What's wrong, Madam?” asked Mrs. Wilson after seeing Natalie's change in expression.

However, Natalie simply waved her hand in reply. “It's nothing. Later, don't tell Shane what dish you made for him.

Otherwise, he'll definitely get angry.”

At her reminder, Mrs. Wilson clapped her hands in realization. “You're right, Madam.”

“What's right?” Just as Mrs. Wilson finished speaking, Shane's voice rang out.

He headed to the dining table before he pulled out the chair opposite Natalie and sat down.

“Nothing, I was just chatting with Mrs. Wilson,” Natalie hurriedly said, changing the topic. Noticing the fatigue on his

face, she could not help but frown. “Why didn't you sleep a little longer?”

“It's fine,” he replied, rubbing his temples. “There's an important meeting in the company later. I can't be late.”

“I see,” she nodded in understanding, although there was still an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

Since you have such an important meeting, why did you still come back so late last night, then!

“What are you thinking about?” Shane asked, feeling somewhat nervous after noticing that Natalie was not in a

good mood.

She shook her head. “Nothing. Mrs. Wilson, didn't you say you cooked something for him? Bring it over.”

“Sure, I'll bring it over now,” Mrs. Wilson replied, happily wiping her hands on her apron before heading to the

kitchen.

With that, only Natalie and Shane were left in the dining room.

She stirred her soup gently with her spoon as she asked, “Is Ms. Graham okay?”

“She's out of danger,” he said as he poured himself a glass of water.