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?"

pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

my son was one thing, but aiming for my wife too? You really think I'm out of the picture, huh?" There was no anger in his voice, just a

like a stern, reliable older brother

scoffed, slouching in his seat, "You're not even

don't stand a

were so sure, why pretend to be Dorothy on WhatsApp? Scared she'll run

of

you still don't

"I've moved it."

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

his phone,

couldn't deny his

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

"Everett, don't push it!"

I've got

war!" Byte 7 slammed the table,

mere glance from Everett

sights on

server

to Byte 7.