The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

She jumped up and dashed to the bathroom.

Miles quickly followed, concerned. "Hey, are you okay? Feeling sick?"

"Ugh..."

Felicity waved him off, not even able to get the words out before she was hunched over the toilet, losing whatever little she'd eaten earlier.

Seeing her in such distress, Miles poured a glass of water and handed it to her with worry etched on his face. "Maybe we should see a doctor? I can have the driver swing by and pick us up."

"No, no need." Felicity shook her head, feeling slightly better after emptying her stomach. She looked up at him. "I'm fine, probably just indulged a bit too much yesterday."

"Still, we should get it checked out! I won't be at ease until a doctor says you're okay."

"Oh, come on!" Felicity looked up, meeting Miles' deep, concerned eyes. She managed a smile. "I'm not made of glass, you know. No need to panic."

Miles fell silent, gently lifting her from the bathroom and settling her onto the master bed, his brow still furrowed in worry.

He stood by the bed, refusing to budge.

Felicity sighed in resignation.

knew Miles well enough by now. Unless she agreed to see a doctor, he wouldn't

conceded, "Alright, alright. We'll go to the hospital,

tells you I'm fine, you can stop

"Deal." He nodded.

then, let me change, and

...

way, Felicity still felt a bit

she was mentally prepared, so she managed

much on his plate every day, especially with Mr. Lopez off on vacation with his wife, leaving Miles to

sick wasn't an option right

Suddenly, her phone rang.

at the screen.

"Abigail!"

my studio this afternoon?

sooner we go, the

thing!" Felicity agreed, despite feeling a

a promise. She didn't want to

all that way alone. It'd be much more