CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake Chapter 1659

Chapter 1659Stanley 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. 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.”
“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 beennice 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.
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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.”