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Dorothy only realized something was off as she settled into the car, headed towards Bay Residence.

How on earth did Everett know about her twisted ankle? Everett was focused on the road; he addressed her unspoken question before she could voice it.

"The car you saw this morning, it was mine." "Oh..." Dorothy found herself at a loss for words.

Pursuing this topic would unavoidably lead to explaining why she hadn't invited Everett to pay respects to her mother.

He didn't press further, though. Despite both sitting in the front, an invisible wall seemed to have erected between them. Neither had the courage to tear it down.

Back at home, Everett headed straight for the master bathroom to shower.

Dorothy knew that even he himself couldn't stand that smell of smoke! She checked on the kids upstairs; the hired chef had already prepared their dinner, and they were now scattered, each absorbed in their own activities.

bedroom, she noticed Everett hadn't

a swift motion, she was lifted into the air and pressed onto the

ever, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.

his clothes, only to find he wasn't wearing any, her fingers grazing his cool

like a teenager experiencing his first taste of

a fervor that left her wincing

devoured her with a desperate intensity, sealing her lips with his, again

on the sea, pushed by relentless waves, unsure of

do was relax as best she could,

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reached out, embracing his narrow waist, silently conceding to

you won't leave me," Everett's voice was