The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 519

Dorothy slipped back into the hospital room, finding Everett engrossed in a video call with the company’s shareholders.

She didn’t interrupt. Instead, she gave him a little wave, signaling that he should keep at it and not mind her.

Listening to Everett converse in smooth, fluent Spanish, Dorothy found a quiet corner to sit and watch him work.

Her mind wandered back to Everett as a middle school student, who always clad in his crisp, clean uniform, sitting silently while working on problems with his refined, scholarly look. He’d furrow his brow in concentration and occasionally flipped through textbooks and jotted down notes.

Back then, her impression of her deskmate was simple: he liked his space clean, wasn’t much for chit–chat, and had a string of admirers. His family was loaded, too. Every day after school, a sleek black sedan would be waiting to whisk him away.

The make and model of the car were beyond her knowledge then, not to mention what a luxury car even was. All she knew was that it was the most impressive car she’d ever seen–the kind she figured she’d never get to ride in.

As she watched him now, Dorothy couldn’t help but pull out her phone and snap a picture of Everett in deep thought.

to his face. His features were sharply defined, his jawline chiseled, and his oceanic eyes were as deep as a serene pool. When his gaze dropped,

cloud album, hesitated for a few seconds before

create a new album in the cloud, renaming the untitled

a little silly, as if Everett’s youthful spirit was contagious–she

It was pretty

should be filled with our photos together and with the kids, not just

when Everett had silently moved from the bed. He

face intentionally, “What are you doing up again? Dr. Quincy said you need to stay

reaching past Dorothy to swipe her phone, extracting his solo picture from the “0825” album and creating a

you doing?”

‘0825‘, I want to see lots of pictures with you, and

want to be alone in that album.

photo with me, you could’ve just asked! Beating around the bush isn’t your

a photo with you.