The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Why do you have to ask?"

Right now, Everett was in a bind. He couldn't admit the truth, but denying it felt just as impossible. So, he tried to dodge the question.

But didn't his very avoidance seem like an admission of guilt?

"You...you really make me sick."

Dorothy yanked her hand away, ready to storm off.

Almost reflexively, Everett reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding on tightly.

Despite the bandages around his hand quickly staining with blood from his grip, he refused to let go.

"What are you doing now?"

Dorothy's voice turned icy.

She felt genuinely nauseated, repulsed.

"There was nothing between her and me."

Everett's explanation was dry and blunt.

But he had to say it.

He was genuinely afraid that Dorothy, in a moment of impulsion, would leave the hospital and go straight to Kenneth Nelson, or some other man. Or perhaps she'd end up in a bar, drowning herself in liquor, and then leaving with some random guy.

That thought was enough to drive him mad.

Mad beyond anything Dorothy's current state could provoke.

"...Nothing as in what? No kissing? No sleeping together?"

"None of it."

that? The last time the two of you were in the office, were you

had brought her into his office before. She knew

truth, but you don't

to face him, "In your dream,

even harder to answer than

you think it was? Me?

"Neither."

what had been said, or what he could

"Then who?"

"My mom."

Dorothy frowned, "Really?"

"Really." Everett nodded.

silently breathed a sigh of

suddenly became awkward, an indescribable tension hanging

cough lightly, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "I could use a

you some

got up to

she helped Everett

say what's wrong with

her head, "They couldn't find anything specific, just

realized

no

deep scar on

t the breakup. Contexere?

he was struggling to

they couldn't find

belongs

inadvertently

"What do you mean?"

I'm

himself with