CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

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Stanley inclined his head a fraction in understanding. “Oh, I see. I get it now.”

No wonder I'd never seen her throwing up. On top of that, she's still in the early stages of

pregnancy and isn't showing yet, so I've forgotten all about the fact that she's with child.

Blinking, Joyce eyed him in puzzlement. “What do you mean, Stanley?”

I don't get it at all. Also, I'm utterly lost about him asking me so many questions. Is he

concerned about me?

On the heels of that thought, she chuckled bitterly.

Hah! That's impossible. How could he possibly be concerned about me when he hates me

so much? He only wants to know about the situation so that he can come up with ways to

make life even more difficult for me when this happens again!

At the sight of her despondent expression, Stanley could more or less surmise her

thoughts without having to ponder upon things. His brows creased deeply. “Can you

please stop overthinking all the time?”

“Huh?” Joyce was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what he meant for a moment.

However, Stanley seemingly had no plans to elaborate on his remark. Flicking her on the

forehead, he turned and limped toward the table.

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Joyce's eyes went wide, and she rubbed her forehead incredulously. “Mr. Quinn, what...”

He actually flicked me on the forehead and acted so intimately with me! What on earth is

going on here?

Her shock was so immense that she found herself unable to calm down. She wanted to ask

him why he acted so intimately with her, parting her lips a smidge. Yet, no words came

even after some time had passed.

Meanwhile, Stanley, who had already reached the table, narrowed his eyes when he

noticed her spacing out while rooted to the spot without following him. “Why are you still

standing there? Come here.”

He beckoned at her.

Forcibly composing herself for the time being, Joyce blinked. “Is there anything you need,

Mr. Quinn?”

“You'll know when you come over.” Stanley beckoned at her once more.

Joyce did not want to do so, but her fear of offending him overrode her reluctance.

Therefore, there was no other recourse left. She could only bite the bullet and drag her

feet over. “Mr. Quinn, what—”

Before she had finished speaking, a glass of water suddenly appeared in front of her.

Startled, she snapped her head up and stared at the man. Hmm? What's the meaning of

this? Does he want me to drink this?

“Why are you looking at me? Take this,” Stanley urged with a purse of his lips upon seeing

that she was merely staring at him motionlessly.

Reaching out, Joyce took the glass of water. “You want me to hold this for you, Mr. Quinn?”

“Drink it,” Stanley ordered.

“What? M-Me?” Sheer surprise flooded Joyce, and she pointed at herself.

“Yes.” Stanley nodded in affirmation.

Swallowing, Joyce asked again in confirmation, “This is really for me?”

At that, Stanley's lips pressed into a thin line. “I think I've already made things clear

enough, no?”

Immediately, Joyce bobbed her head. “Yes, yes! You've made things exceedingly clear. I

just don't quite dare believe it.”

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“Why don't you dare believe it?” A frown marred Stanley's countenance.

The corners of Joyce's mouth twitched, but she said nothing.

Why I don't quite dare believe it? Does he not know the reason? I don't think so! Judging

from everything he did to me, it's plain as day why I don't dare believe it. It's because he

has never been nice to me in the past or shown me the slightest hint of concern that I'm

so surprised when he poured me a glass of water now.

Stanley was no fool and naturally understood what she meant in no time. His gaze

dimmed a shade. Finally, he sighed, his voice gentling significantly. “Never mind. Hurry up

and drink it.”

In response, Joyce murmured in acquiescence. “Thank you.”

Nonetheless, she merely held the glass of water without drinking it.

Seeing that, Stanley frowned. “Do you suspect that I spiked the water?”

“No, no, of course not! That's not what I meant. I'm just not thirsty.” Joyce hastily waved

her hands in denial.

“Even so, you must drink it,” Stanley asserted, pursing his lips.

Joyce regarded him with perplexity written clear in her eyes.

Parting his thin lips an inch, Stanley muttered, “There's honey in it. It can help ease your

nausea.”

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