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.

agreed to see a doctor, he wouldn't be able to focus on

she conceded, "Alright, alright. We'll

doctor tells you I'm fine,

"Deal." He nodded.

let me change,

...

still

she was mentally prepared, so she managed to keep it under

his plate every day, especially with Mr. Lopez off on vacation with his wife, leaving Miles to hold down the fort at

wasn't an option right

Suddenly, her phone rang.

glanced at the screen. It was

"Abigail!"

you swing by my studio this afternoon? Then we can head

City. The sooner we go, the sooner

agreed, despite feeling a bit under the

promise was a promise. She

way alone.