The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"You never know, under pressure, people might just do anything."

Quincy had almost blurted out her scheme about poisoning Dorothy, hoping to scare her a bit. But then she thought better of it and deleted the message. With things as they were, it seemed best to wait and see what would unfold.

Who knew what the endgame might be?

If Dorothy continued to be blind to the situation, then the antidote... would become Quincy's trump card.

Thinking this, Quincy couldn't help but smirk.

Wasn't this just fate lending her a hand?

She had thought that by giving Dorothy the antidote, she'd be able to kick her out of the picture! But Dorothy, not taking it, ended up playing right into her hands! Well... she couldn't blame herself for that.

...

Dorothy hadn't slept long, finding the hospital's sterile scent distasteful.

As consciousness returned, she slowly opened her eyes, first noticing the soft tapping of fingers on a keyboard. It was light, but audible.

Shifting slightly, she looked towards the source of the sound.

Everett was there, seated at a table next to the hospital room, buried in work.

That scene...

if they were back in their

would wake up to find Everett engrossed

responsibilities were immense, managing the ins and outs of the Lopez Corporation. Whenever he could, he'd take matters into his own

"Awake?"

to have a sixth sense

and with minimal movement,

"Why didn't you

hunch over to fit

and considering I'm the

much seem like

happened to his usual cool demeanor? His

else here, why bother with pretenses?" Everett closed his laptop and stood in moving closer, "Don't

Dorothy scoffed.

That wasn't her concern!

back to Bay Residence? Or... go on

on fulfilling their wish

about Abigail

would love nothing more than for us

indeed feared another argument

eyes squinting, "Then, I want to go on