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?"

him and sat down.

7, trying to steal my son was one thing, but aiming for my wife too? You really think I'm out of the picture,

a stern, reliable older brother schooling his reckless younger

even back together. What, am

don't stand a

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

the corners of his

looks like you still don't care about your

"I've moved it."

now? Well, let's see where

phone, fingers seemingly busy

7 couldn't deny

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

"Everett, don't push it!"

got to keep an eye

war!" Byte 7 slammed the

mere glance from Everett froze

your sights on Dorothy of

my server alone

raised an eyebrow, then showed his phone to Byte 7.