The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everett didn't give Dorothy a heads-up before he dashed off to the meeting.

He pulled up in front of the agreed-upon diner, lifting his gaze to the signboard.

Gotta admit, it looked pretty cozy and romantic.

Clearly, someone had put thought into choosing this spot.

Everett swung open the car door and stepped out, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and leaving his tie behind in the car.

His dark suit hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist, complemented by that handsome face of his.

Just the short walk from his car to the diner had already turned a few heads.

Upon entering, Everett immediately spotted Byte 7 sitting in a corner.

Still in his hoodie and jeans, as loose and careless as ever, but instead of his usual black, white, or gray, today it was a Klein blue that made his already pale skin look almost translucent. The epitome of teenage disillusionment.

Hearing footsteps, Byte 7 finally dragged his gaze away from his phone screen.

Seeing Everett, his brows knitted together. "Why is it you?"

the chair opposite him and sat down. "Who were

thing, but aiming for my wife too? You really think I'm out of the picture, huh?"

stern, reliable older brother schooling

seat, "You're not even back together. What,

stand

do you know that? If you were so sure, why pretend to be Dorothy on WhatsApp? Scared she'll run

of his lips curving

still don't care

"I've moved it."

now? Well, let's see where you've

took out his phone, fingers seemingly busy

couldn't deny

time his server got hit hard by Everett, he'd spent less

"Everett, don't push it!"

my treasure; I've got to keep

again, and it's war!" Byte 7 slammed the table,

glance from Everett froze him in his

on

my server

showed his phone to Byte 7.