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?"

work, 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,

what you obsess over day and

How could she forget?

indifference and his routine demeanor towards Quincy

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

I forget just once,

she dies, you'll

look up as

calmness was the last thing Quincy wanted to

you 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

this, she might as well

smirked slightly, "If you think I'm putting on a show, then why bother coming

it was she who had come

won't let Dorothy die. As long as she don heed to waste my

afraid I'll suddenly decide not

all you came for, then you might as well leave. I'm

waste more words, standing up to

in

He frowned, clearly impatient.