The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Seeing the thinly veiled annoyance in his gaze, Dorothy realized her response had been a bit too nonchalant.

She chuckled. "Well, it's not like you ever listened to your dad anyway." Everett flopped back onto the bed, lifting a hand to rub his temples. "Looks like between us, I'm the only one who gets jealous.” "What's that supposed to mean? Do you expect me to storm over to Dr. Quincy's office, crying, making a scene, threatening to do something drastic?" Everett was speechless.

He was, of course, not thinking about something so extreme. He just hoped her reaction would have a bit more emotion.

But clearly, Dorothy was more concerned about his wound.

"Never mind." Everett settled back in bed and spoke again, his voice soft, "I'll have someone else come in as the doctor." With him saying that, Dorothy was not foolish enough to insist on Dr. Quincy if it was going to upset him.

Everett glanced over at her, frowning. "Dorothy, are you not at all afraid I'll fall for someone else?" She was stunned for a moment.

Honestly, she had thought about it, and then again, she had not.

was not to hold Everett back for life. When she was no longer around, she hoped Everett would find someone who truly cared for him to spend the

not really considered the possibility of him falling out

of an answer, she

trembling, low, and bubbling, his words slightly muffled as if spoken through gritted teeth, carrying an

you." "Otherwise, I would not be here." Who was she, after all, but a speck in the vast sea of life? Toiling through her days, bustling about her job, how could she possibly end up in Swevia Country, lying in the bed of the illustrious CEO of

Dorothy thought he was just worn out from travel, maybe a minor cold, but Everett's fever fluctuated, persistently high for

worst, his temperature spiked to 104°F, and he was out cold for the

not worry about whether Everett was willing