The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 13

Not just Dorothy, but even the assistant was taken aback.

Having worked with Mr. Lopez for so many years, no woman had ever been involved in his life. Now, he was asking his assistant to buy that kind of stuff? Everyone knew what was up.

“Alright, Mr. Lopez.”

Dorothy’s face went hot with embarrassment upon hearing this conversation. But in front of Everett, she couldn’t act all shy and reserved. So she pretended to be calm and looked out the window.

She had thought it through, and she had agreed to Everett’s proposal willingly. If she acted all coy, it would only turn him off. Besides, what was the point of playing hard-to-get when faced with absolute wealth and power?

To put it bluntly, it was a mutual agreement. He was paying, and he was putting in the effort.

The most important thing now was to keep Everett happy. This way, at least she wouldn’t have to worry about her mother’s medical bills. for a while, and she could learn a lot about work from Everett.

However, as open-minded as she was, when she actually got into bed after taking a shower and changing into a nightgown, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

When Everett finished his international video conference and returned to the bedroom, this was the scene he saw.

the bed, dressed in his nightgown. Since it was so

had no dirty thoughts. But he chose not to indulge himself. At least not tonight.

“Dorothy.”

“Yes.”

of the SinoSuccess Enterprises project. Ask me if you don’t

now.”

“Aren’t you

“Not tonight.”

his arm around her slender waist. “I’m tired.

insomnia that night with him, but surprisingly, she slept until seven o’clock the next morning.

ceiling, she quickly sat up. She glanced at the side instinctively, where only a dent in the pillow proved that someone had indeed slept there last

and went out of the bedroom. Only then did she take a

the most luxurious neighborhoods in Eldorria City, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, offering an incredible view

the house was minimalist. It was clad in black, white,

about it, wasn’t that just like the cold

thought it was the servants making breakfast, but when she went over, she found