The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy was caught off guard, standing there slack-jawed for a good three to five seconds before she could muster a response.

"Mr. Lopez, you're not proposing to me, are you?" she blurted out, clearly taken aback.

She wasn't prepared for this. Not in the slightest.

"Proposing? Oh, it's not as simple as all that... let's just say I'm gauging your interest," Everett said, lifting an eyebrow, "Tell me, do you fancy a winter wedding or a summer one?" "You want the truth?"

Dorothy had to crane her neck to meet his gaze, even as Everett stooped down.

"Is there any other kind?"

With a chuckle, Dorothy said, "Honestly... it feels like we've already had our wedding. I wore the dress and everything. Maybe we should just find some time to swing by the city hall and make it official." She had toyed with the idea of another ceremony. Every girl dreams of her big day, after all.

But then again... organizing a wedding, with all its fuss and bother, especially when both she and Everett were so busy, seemed unnecessary.

"That won't do," Everett replied, his voice firm and decisive.

"Last time didn't count."

was a hurried affair, almost on the brink of divorce. How

understood his sentiments, gently brushing his hand, "Everett, having you and the kids with me is

been through, being with the ones she loved was all

want to marry you properly. Every step, every ceremony, nothing

could she say no to those earnest

you're too

more important

he was swamped, he'd never compromise the time meant

conceded, then paused, "But you said

agreed without a formal

was merely seeking your opinion," Everett

"But

of hair

playful side surfacing,