The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy didn't need to turn around to know who was approaching. The presence he carried with him was unmistakable, almost like the thick aroma of a freshly brewed coffee lingering in a quiet morning cafe.

"Aren't you supposed to be out of Eldorria City?" she asked, lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyes danced with a playful light, perhaps accentuated by the wine she'd had, giving her a cheeky charm.

Everett stood before Dorothy wrapped in a black trench coat, his lips pressed together in silence, making no move to come any closer. It was as if he was there solely to escort her back to her apartment, with no intention of striking up a conversation.

Dorothy didn't press him to speak. Instead, she simply finished the drink in her hand. There was one last can left in her bag.

As she reached for it, Everett finally broke his silence with a furrowed brow, "Stop drinking. You know you can't handle it." "Since when do you care?" she retorted.

There was a beat of silence before Dorothy smirked and stubbornly attempted to open the last can.

In the next second, both Dorothy and the can were enveloped in Everett's embrace.

that Dorothy, in her flat shoes, barely reached his shoulder, her head nestled perfectly under

arms around his waist for balance, her gaze hazy yet piercing, "Everett,

I heard about that. His ex-girlfriend’s child isn't his, right? You found out?" Dorothy nodded,

the alcohol was numbing her senses, and the strength

off in his arms,

you home." "No... they're still talking! Just leave me on the bench. I'll be fine!" Dorothy gestured towards the

scent of alcohol on her, frowned and effortlessly lifted her

sudden loss of ground made her instinctively cling to his

"If you're tired, close your eyes and sleep." Dorothy furrowed her brows and pushed against him, "I don't need you to take care of me! Put me down." "And who do you need to take care of you?" Everett's gaze locked on her flushed face, "Kenneth?" Silence fell between

the alcohol, or maybe it was the sense of safety in his arms, but