The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy sensed that Everett was talking about Heather, but the cold fury in his eyes was something unfamiliar to her. Usually, he was either stoic and unapproachable or gentle and patient when dealing with her. This harsh, bone-chilling demeanor was new.

Perhaps alerted by the sound of her footsteps, Everett's gaze lifted to meet hers, and in an instant, all traces of anger vanished.

It was as if he had always been this composed gentleman, unflappable in his emotions.

"You're up," he noted.

"Yeah," she replied.

Everett finished transferring a file on his laptop and then stood up. "Do you want the breakfast delivered by the hotel, or should I make something?" "The hotel's fine," Dorothy said. Her taste wasn't picky; she didn't need him to go through any trouble for her.

wrong, then. I thought you'd prefer my cooking." "Huh?" Everett wheeled in a breakfast cart from the doorway,

and I didn't want it to get cold, so I dealt with some company

getting more clingy.

their breakfast and are off to the play castle. I've got someone keeping an eye on them. They'll be fine." Feeling Everett's gaze turning somewhat less innocent, Dorothy quickly interjected, "I'm hungry. I want to eat breakfast!"

help but admire Karen's stamina — bouncing around full of life even during her pregnancy. Dorothy's own experience had been different. She had struggled with morning sickness only to be followed by swollen

see that Everett, ever the neat freak, had already washed

"I could carry you." Dorothy waved off the suggestion. "I'll manage. I'm more concerned about your health. Are you fully recovered?" "I'm totally fine now. Didn't you notice last night?" She blushed,

he took her hand and led her out

want to ask, but her curiosity got