The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

At that moment, Felicity couldn't for the life of her shake off the words Craig had texted Abigail.

How could I let you go try on wedding dresses alone?

Craig, who had spent the entire night at the hospital and was even zooming on the freeway late at night, knew better than to let a girl go try on wedding dresses by herself. And what about Miles?

She paused for a few seconds, then immediately redialed his number.

Miles picked up quickly.

"Felicity, did you see the message I sent you?"

"I did." Her voice was tight, her red lips pursed, carrying a hint of defiance, "I want you back here. Now."

"Felicity..."

"Come back."

After a brief pause, Miles cautiously tried to soothe, "I've already made it to the hospital. I'll just take a quick look and then drive straight back!"

Felicity remained silent.

He continued, trying to communicate rationally, "Felicity, although it was Esther who pursued me at first, I was the one who agreed to go out with her. And yes, breaking up with her was quite abrupt. I'm not great at communicating and might have been a bit harsh, leading her to attempt suicide. I feel responsible for that."

Responsibility.

Always responsibility!

might lose to responsibility,

you understand me?" he

"No."

sounded troubled, "She's really in critical condition. It's a matter of life and death! I'll be back as soon as I can, an hour

all got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't

of her phone, the call timer kept ticking up, second by

"Don't rush

"Felicity!"

what you

that, Felicity

to the designer with as normal a voice as she

a dress is worn

the designer didn't object, nodding, "Of course! But, we only had appointments with you and your fiancé all day. If he's free later, you

"No need."

clueless could sense something was

and

was meticulously packed,

bridal shop and straight to the trash can in front, where she discarded it.