The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 519

Dorothy slipped back into the hospital room, finding Everett engrossed in a video call with the company’s shareholders.

She didn’t interrupt. Instead, she gave him a little wave, signaling that he should keep at it and not mind her.

Listening to Everett converse in smooth, fluent Spanish, Dorothy found a quiet corner to sit and watch him work.

Her mind wandered back to Everett as a middle school student, who always clad in his crisp, clean uniform, sitting silently while working on problems with his refined, scholarly look. He’d furrow his brow in concentration and occasionally flipped through textbooks and jotted down notes.

Back then, her impression of her deskmate was simple: he liked his space clean, wasn’t much for chit–chat, and had a string of admirers. His family was loaded, too. Every day after school, a sleek black sedan would be waiting to whisk him away.

The make and model of the car were beyond her knowledge then, not to mention what a luxury car even was. All she knew was that it was the most impressive car she’d ever seen–the kind she figured she’d never get to ride in.

As she watched him now, Dorothy couldn’t help but pull out her phone and snap a picture of Everett in deep thought.

She scrutinized the photo from every angle, marveling at how there seemed to be no dead angle to his face. His features were sharply defined, his jawline chiseled, and his oceanic eyes were as deep as a serene pool. When his gaze dropped, the delicate fold of his eyelids became visible, and below that, his lashes fanned out like the feathers on a quill.

cloud album, hesitated for a few seconds before deciding

moved to create a new

as if Everett’s youthful spirit was contagious–she was even resorting to a

It was pretty

photos together and with the kids, not just

had silently moved from the bed. He was now standing behind her.

Dorothy put on a stern face intentionally, “What are you doing up again? Dr. Quincy said

know my own body,” he replied, reaching past Dorothy to swipe her phone, extracting his solo picture from the “0825” album and creating a new one named

you

see lots of pictures with you, and

want to be alone in

blinked. Then, she couldn’t resist her laughter, “If you wanted a photo with me, you could’ve just asked! Beating around the bush isn’t your

an eyebrow, “Fine, I want a photo with you. Is

it,” she teased, then relented, “Alright, I’ll indulge your wish!”

hand, switching