The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

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Everett was sick? In the photo, Everett lay on a hospital cot, eyes closed, and his face a tad pale.

It was clear as day that Kevin had snapped and sent it on the sly.

Predictably, a few more messages followed.

[Ms. Sanchez, I snagged this shot of Mr. Lopez secretly. He doesn't know, so let's keep it on the down-low, okay?] [He'd be ticked off.] [Mr. Lopez has been under the weather for days now, really out of sorts. Could you play dumb but drop him a line to check in on him?] Dorothy's fingers hesitated over her keyboard before typing back: [If I pretend I don't know he's sick, then suddenly start fussing over him, he'll smell a rat.] Everett was too sharp; such simple tricks wouldn't fool him.

his voice that he's not well!] [Call him in about two hours; he should be awake by then. Mr. Lopez just fell asleep not long ago after pulling yet another all- nighter. Nobody can handle that kind of grind!] Dorothy frowned, picturing Everett in work

mention it. Just doing my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably scrolling back to the top of the chat, clicking on Everett's

gently traced his cheek on the screen, over his

his features sharp, and his usually plump

too outstanding. So outstanding that Dorothy often felt their

such a blazing sun have fallen into her lap? It

of Industry and Commerce wasn't going smoothly. The staff there were stalling with all

strict conditions—no photocopies, no taking documents away, just a quick

mark approached, Dorothy had to let

won't hassle you any longer. I'm heading out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out

few times before he cut the

after, a WhatsApp notification popped up on