The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

When Dorothy woke up, the night had already wrapped the world outside in its dark embrace.

Stretching languidly, she rose from the bed. Her legs were still tingling with a residual soreness, but at least she could walk now.

Stepping out of the bedroom, the first floor was deserted, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow in the living room—it seemed like no one from upstairs had ventured down in quite some time.

As she reached the stairwell, the sounds of playful commotion drifted down from above. Everett was up there, his patience a well from which Abigail and Langston drew joyously. Each question they posed was met with careful attention, and Everett's answers were thorough, a testament to his commitment to their curiosity.

back at the Lopez Corporation, loads of work had

movement, Everett looked toward the

upstairs, relieved to find only a mountain of toys—no forts or anything too rowdy that might have prompted a mild reprimand to Everett. She understood his desire to make up for the lost time with his children, but he couldn't spoil them too

circled Dorothy into a comforting embrace. "Awake now, are you hungry?" "Not really." Dorothy's appetite was modest, and she could go a long while on

up something light for you. You can’t skip meals, it's not good for your stomach." Dorothy nodded, uncharacteristically compliant. "Okay." Meanwhile, Langston let out a sigh of relief as the progress bar on his computer finally hit 100%. He turned to share his triumph with Everett, only to catch the intimate

Everett instructed the chef to prepare snacks for the children, he returned with a gentle question. "Mommy and I are visiting Saint Cathedral