The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Tell me the truth. You've been hounding me for ages just for this, haven't you?" Karen wore a look that saw right through him; her scoff was dripping with contempt.

Jeffery was at a loss for words, but frustration bottled up inside as he held back.

"Karen, you sure have a way with summaries!" He gave her a thumbs-up as a sarcastic gesture, "Was it not who asked you first to be my girlfriend? And you said no! I never wanted such... such improper affair to maintain between us.” "You even know the word ‘improper, huh?" Karen shot him a piercing glance, checked the time on her phone, and nodded towards the market by the entrance of the community, "You better go shop.” Jeffery's mind could never keep pace with Karen's whims.

"Shop for what?" "Condoms! Or are you planning on making babies?" In silence, Jeffery's lips twisted uncomfortably. He disliked the way she treated their situation as if it was nothing more than a transaction.

Karen just wanted to shake him off and get away from his grasp.

"Still standing there?" Jeffery's lips quivered slightly, his voice involuntarily lowering, "No need to buy. I've got some in the car." "Hmph," Karen snorted, pushing him back a step, "Let's go then. Where to?" "Now? Right now?" "Mr. Turner, I'd appreciate it if you could make it quick. My folks are waiting for me at home." With those words, she strode off ahead, her casual indifference casting Jeffery in the light of a lover seeking validation.

the hospital, appreciating the remarkably fresh air

was situated just before a forest, where one could breathe deeply

ward. She wanted to give Everett

a few days had passed. She wanted to spend these last

storeroom with medication, could vaguely see her silhouette from afar. But she only dared to greet

and smiled, "Dr. Quincy." "What are you doing out here? Don't you need to be with Mr. Lopez?" Quincy, holding the medication, offered a gentle

some air."

your leg!" She displayed none of the airs typical of a wealthy heiress. Her gaze was filled with concern for her patient's ailment, devoid of

doctors would carry an air of superiority even if they were in her home country, expecting patients to conform to their examination process. But Quincy was never