The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everett glanced up at her, his handsome face betraying few emotions.

After a pause, he spoke, "So you're here to deliver the antidote?"

"Something like that."

"Alright, just hand it over." Everett said, reaching out to continue sorting through the papers on his desk.

Quincy frowned, seemingly puzzled by his calm demeanor.

This was not what she had expected.

"Anything else?"

Everett looked back at her when he noticed she hadn't moved.

"I get the feeling, Mr. Lopez, that you're not as desperate for Ms. Sanchez's antidote as you used to be." She said it with a smile too, trying to hide the panic inside.

At this point, Quincy naturally didn't want to lay all her cards on the table, losing her negotiating edge.

"Had the antidote been due, wouldn't you have contacted me?"

can't keep track of the dates, but you remember, that's enough for me." Everett's gaze returned to the document in his hand, "Besides, you wouldn't let her

what you obsess over day

How could she forget?

his routine

his words, it was apparent he didn't seem as concerned about Dorothy's antidote as before! He

I forget just once, and Ms. Sanchez's

you'll

to look up

was the last thing

you don't care about Ms. Sanchez anymore, hoping I'd just give her the final antidote?" She steadied herself, making one last attempt to

this, she might as well

you think I'm putting on

it was she who had come

As long as she don heed to waste my time insisting

I'll suddenly decide

you came for, then you might as well leave.

didn't want to waste more

in front of him,

He frowned, clearly impatient.