The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 511

Dorothy’s pupils contracted sharply, and she blurted out, “No way!”

“I have Abigail and Langston and that’s enough for me.”

He had never dared to hope that he could have children with Dorothy, let alone twins! Everett wanted nothing more. Dorothy had no doubt about his sincerity indeed. But she was absolutely not okay with what he was gonna do.

“Everett, you’ve got decades ahead of you. Let’s not make life–altering decisions too hastily.”

The future was too far off to fathom.

What if Everett fell for someone else down the line? He was outstanding and shining bright like the sun, always the center of attention wherever he went. In the long years ahead, surely a perfect match would appear for him. If they were stuck with a hasty decision made today and unable to have more children, that would be a huge regret.

“Are you planning on having another one?” Everett asked with a casual arch of his brow, “I’m just worried about the burden that’ll bring you.“.

“I didn’t mean me having another!”

shifted from teasing to a trace of irritation,

seen him angry. She looked down instinctively, her lips muttering an attempt at an explanation, only to feel she had nothing to justify.

would I spend years trapping myself in place and

as well. Countless nights he had to rely on his memories of the past, just to make it through to dawn. Countless times had he frantically searched Bay Residence for any trace of Dorothy. The sheets she’d slept in, the pillow she’d used, the clothes she left behind, and the dishes she’d

truly left with those

any of this. That was why she could

voice was hoarse with apology, “I thought you were ready

the bite mark but no tattoo, she assumed that Everett had moved on. He just happened to run into her

her to take a closer look, “I tried to get it removed, but I overestimated

them removed, he couldn’t even bear to look in

too unsettling that the feeling drove him mad.

fixed on the tattoo, she could clearly see

stroke the’slightly raised skin, struggling to imagine the turmoil of having

then redone.

tattoo over the scarred skin must hurt more,