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.

enough by now. Unless she agreed to see a doctor, he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else, not

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

tells you I'm fine, you can

"Deal." He nodded.

then, let me change, and we'll

...

the way, Felicity still felt

was mentally prepared, so she managed

plate every day, especially

sick wasn't an

Suddenly, her phone rang.

glanced at the

"Abigail!"

by my studio this afternoon? Then we can

City. The sooner we go, the sooner

despite feeling a bit under the

promise. She

that way alone. It'd be much more