He really was something else...

Any woman who got close to him felt it.

"In the future, Ms. Sanchez, I'd rather you not play the good Samaritan here at the hospital. If he and I end up fighting over this, I'll hold a grudge against you." "Don't worry, I won't be coming back."

Dorothy was too drained to engage in a war of words with Quincy.

It wasn't about winning or losing; she simply couldn't muster the energy.

"That's for the best."

"Can you move now?" Dorothy frowned. "A good dog doesn't block the path."

"You"

"If you don't stand in my way, you're not a dog."

If she continued to stand there, well, that was another story.

Quincy huffed coldly, a stark contrast to her usually gentle demeanor.

No one's better at saying one thing and meaning another than

soon as she stepped aside, Dorothy walked away without

like this to begin

the hospital room door, waiting for a response

the hospital bed, she lowered her head, a complete turnaround from her

"Mr. Lopez."

are you here?

mince his words, sending her

said you were sick, and asked me to come check on you." Quincy didn't leave, instead moving closer to him. "How are you feeling? What made you suddenly ill?" Everett scoffed internally,

don't need your

away, even after your split with Ms. Sanchez. I don't get it. I

Everett

taken aback. "I

him to come here and take

turned his body away from her, leaving Quincy

to her poisoning him, but she held back. The poison needed more time to take full effect, and she

revealing anything.

he sought treatment too early and the poison hadn't fully integrated into

I hope

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