It simply couldn't be anyone else.
"Why?" Dorothy gazed into his eyes, which were deep and clear and untainted by any falsehood. She knew he hadn't lied.
But why? What about her was worth this? "There's no why. I don't have an answer as well." If he did, he wouldn't have been stuck and standing still for years.
Dorothy could feel that Everett wanted to throw the question back at her. But he didn't dare.
He was scared the answer wouldn't be the one he wanted.
heavy; Dorothy
find her phone and noticed
It was from Karen.
it, a photo of a
the message thread on her phone, "Don't jump to conclusions, okay? She's
quite the looker, seemingly around Karen's age. Not
or else she wouldn't have
a better look
and set it aside, "You're never going to have a chance to go on a blind date in this lifetime." Dorothy laughed helplessly and took the initiative to link her arm through Everett's and to give it a gentle shake, "I promise you I will never go on a blind date in my life, okay? Stop being jealous, it doesn't suit the persona of a CEO like you." "Even a CEO has feelings. Can't I be uncomfortable seeing you gawk at another man's photo?" "No, no, no, you can! I won't look anymore, I'll delete it." Dorothy promptly deleted the photo without hesitation, "I just wanted to look out for Karen. Over the years, she's been held back from dating and marriage since I drag her down. Now that she wants to go on a blind date, I can't just say nothing." If it weren't for her always asking Karen to look after Abigail, she might have already found a partner
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