The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everett could sense the unease creeping into the woman beside him, a discomfort he never intended to foster.

Lost in his own surge of jealousy just moments ago, he had failed to consider the awkward position he had placed Dorothy in.

"It's not like I said anything, right?" Kenneth stuffed the brown paper bag back into the cupboard, then looked up at Everett with a level gaze. "I don't need your thanks, because my help was for Dorothy, not you. You have no reason to give me anything. It doesn't mean much to me." If Kenneth had wanted money, he could've easily spent his time earning it, but he chose not to.

Not because he couldn't, but because he wanted to take some of the load off Dorothy's shoulders.

"Kenneth, Everett was just trying to..." Kenneth cut her off with a smile, "Dorothy, I know. Seeing you two doing well actually makes me happy for you. It's been almost five years since I've seen such a smile on your face. But I hope you understand that bumping into Mr. Lopez doesn't exactly thrill me." Who would be thrilled to see a love rival? Dorothy bit her lips.

"Can I have a word with you in private?" Kenneth ignored Everett's presence, focusing solely on Dorothy.

Dorothy glanced unconsciously

reassuring smile, "It's about Byte 7. Mr. Lopez can relax; it's strictly business, nothing to do with love

to be Abigail's bedroom. Once the door

them all." Dorothy was taken aback, "What? Kenneth, you shouldn't have!" "That's why you should just tell me how much you need. It's a loan, not a gift! Stop liquidating your assets. The Lopez family might notice you're gathering funds." If they dug deeper and found out before the video

Dorothy finally

her assets would be transferred to Kenneth first. If she couldn't pay him

understood her stubbornness so he didn't argue. Instead, he just nodded, "Alright, we'll do it your way." "Then let's

to open the door,

it means turning against Everett?" "Of course. I'm this close to having evidence so I won't give up