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?"

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

this what you obsess over day and

How could she forget?

routine demeanor towards Quincy were

didn't seem as concerned about Dorothy's

just

you'll

didn't even bother to look up as he

the last thing

trying to show me that 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

you think I'm putting on a show, then why bother

had come to

realized, you won't let Dorothy die. As long as she don heed to waste my time insisting

lips together, "Aren't you afraid I'll suddenly decide not to give

this is all you came for, then you might as

want to waste more words, standing

stepped in front of him,

He frowned, clearly impatient.