Shane was the first person she saw as he was seated behind the desk with his eyes fixed on something in front of him.
Natalie and Sally followed his gaze and found a woman slumping on the couch, apparently asleep.
With her hair hiding her face from view, the only thing remarkable about her was her exceptionally tall frame. Her height was comparable to Sally’s.
“I say,” Sally exclaimed. “Could she be a model?”
Model?
Natalie frowned. Without dwelling on the matter, she walked toward her husband. “Shane.”
“You’re here,” he said by way of greeting as he dropped the documents in his hand and gazed up at her.
Natalie nodded.
“Have you had your breakfast?” Shane prompted.
“No, I haven’t,” Natalie replied.
Shane appeared displeased. “Why didn’t you have some before coming here?”
“I couldn’t wait to see you.” Natalie crossed the desk and tugged on his arm coquettishly.
Shane’s frown was replaced by a smile in an instant.
Meanwhile, Sally stood gaping in amazement at the side as she observed their interaction.
As expected, no man can withstand the devastating charm of a beautiful woman.
“By the way, darling, what is up with this woman?” Natalie asked as she dropped Shane’s arm to point at the unconscious figure on the couch.
“She fainted from fright,” Shane answered curtly with a cold glint in his eyes.
“What? She fainted?” Sally repeated incredulously.
“How did that happen?” Natalie asked, sharing Sally’s look of confusion.
“She fainted the moment Silas caught her, as she was probably aware of the trouble she was in. She was out cold by the time I arrived.” With a grim smile, he added, “By the way, I think you girls know her.”
“We do?” Natalie and Sally exchanged a glance.
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