The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Karen, honey, listen to me. Could you pop over and see Jeffrey? He's in a bad way- covered in cuts and bruises, with blood all over the house. I'm scared he won't be able to handle the breakup!" Karen fell silent on the other end of the phone.

"He mentioned he might follow the new company project and leave Eldorria City. He said that without you, he can't bear to stay in the country!" Paloma's voice cracked with emotion, tears streaming down her face. "I'm begging you, think it over, okay? Don't be so hasty, both of you think it over!" Jeffrey frowned, tempted to snatch the phone away. "Mom! Don't pressure her!" "I'll think it over. Thanks for your care these past days." With that, Karen hung up.

Huxley sprung up from the couch. "First things first, give me Paige's number. I need to make sure her kid is part of the Turner bloodline!" "Ah, right! Jeffrey, have you done a paternity test?" Paloma, suddenly hopeful, clung to her son's arm. "We should get that done, you never know..." "I haven't, but I'm pretty sure the child is mine.” When he was with Paige, she was just nineteen, and it was her first time.

"Nonsense! We have to get that test done. You might be sure, but I'm not settling for just your word." Jeffrey, seeing his father about to leave, called out firmly.

"At least don't go after her for it now." "And why's that?" "Her daughter's in the hospital, and they've issued several critical condition notices." It would be cruel to demand a paternity test from Paige at such a time.

Huxley understood his son's point, and that only fueled his anger! His wayward son, stubborn as a mule when chastised, yet not completely heartless. The boy was just too frivolous and irresponsible.

"I feel like I've utterly failed at parenting! Let's go." "Ah?" Paloma was stunned. "But his hand..." "Let's go! Maybe this lesson will give him some time to reflect on what he should and shouldn't do in the future!" The intense passion of the night left Dorothy feeling as though her spine might shatter when she woke the next morning.

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