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."

time the two of you were in

office before. She knew exactly what could happen

told you the truth, but

bit back, turning to face him, "In your dream, you said you had to

harder to answer

think it was? Me? Or

"Neither."

had been rambling about during his episode, what had been said, or

"Then who?"

"My mom."

Dorothy frowned, "Really?"

"Really." Everett nodded.

her demeanor soften, he silently

atmosphere suddenly became awkward, an

voice hoarse as he spoke, "I

get you some

up to pour

she helped

say what's wrong with

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

realized Amanda's death

no

scar

t the breakup. Contexere?

he was struggling to

figures they

belongs

muttered, inadvertently

"What do you mean?"

talking to myself. I guess I'm just

with his own