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.

steal my son was one thing, but aiming for my wife too? You really think I'm

like a stern, reliable

slouching in his seat, "You're not even back together. What, am I

don't stand

pretend to be Dorothy on WhatsApp? Scared she'll run off

the corners of his lips curving

still don't care

"I've moved it."

"Have you now? Well, let's see

out his phone, fingers

couldn't deny

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

"Everett, don't push it!"

my treasure; I've got to

it's war!" Byte 7 slammed the table, ready to stand

from Everett froze him in

sights on Dorothy

my server

an eyebrow, then showed his phone to Byte 7.