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!”

who else would I have a child with?” Everett’s tone shifted from teasing to a trace of irritation, “Who are you trying to set me

She looked down instinctively, her lips muttering an attempt at an explanation, only to feel she

could let go of you, why would I spend years trapping myself

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 used

was as if Dorothy had never truly

know any of this. That

apology, “I thought you were ready to start fresh when

assumed that Everett had moved on. He just happened to run

start over because waiting for you was too painful,” Everett revealed his chest tattoo, urging her to take a closer look, “I tried to get it removed, but I overestimated my own

Everett for over a decade. After having them removed, he couldn’t

too unsettling that the feeling

she could clearly see the signs of

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

then redone.

scarred skin must