The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 500

Dorothy was sound asleep in the hospital room. Her energy thoroughly sapped by Everett. It was hard to tell if she had simply succumbed to exhaustion or slipped into unconsciousness.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her face in a warm glow that made her look even more delicate and beautiful. Dorothy’s beauty wasn’t the kind that screamed for attention with bold makeup. She was the pure and bright, with a face the size of a palm and vibrant, clear almond eyes. Dressed in a simple T–shirt and jeans, she could pass for an undergrad on campus. But when she wore something a little more well–designed, something that hugged her curves, she would have temptation adding on that purity.

Her waist was so slim that Everett could easily pin her down with one arm and indulge in her. Despite her slender frame, she had an impressively developed bust, which was not exactly voluptuous but certainly something to be proud of.

Everett had been sitting by her side, watching over her without moving. He was reluctant to look away even for a moment, until Karen’s call came through.

He couldn’t fathom why Jeffrey would do that, but Karen was Dorothy’s best friend and had been a great help to her. This was something he felt he needed to get involved with.

Fearing to disturb Dorothy, Everett picked up his phone and stepped out of the room. He winced with each step he took.

several rings before

“Hey, Everett…”

evident

deal with you

voice spiked in pitch, causing Everett to hold the phone away from his ear

That’s not important!

“It is important!”

the part where he’d got impotent. The more he talked, the more he felt like the victim–how unfair it all

measured tone, “I’ll get someone else to take care of her. Keep

wanted was another

tomboy would actually cry!” Jeffrey felt that he has really met a rival. “Fine, I’ll do as you said and stay

when he felt a presence behind him. He turned sharply to see Quincy, with her round eyes looking at him through the lenses of her glasses.

with a mix of exasperation and concern. “Mr. Lopez, you were supposed