The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"What was that? Sorry, I didn't catch it." The shrink shook her head, "Nothing major, let's start with medication and see how it goes. Does that work for you, Mr. Lopez and Ms. Sanchez?" Everett stood by Dorothy's side, his hand firmly clasping hers as if to transfer his strength to her, "That's fine, whatever it takes to get her well again." The shrink smiled, her response seemed to be loaded with subtexts, "Curing this illness indeed requires quite a bit from you, Mr. Lopez." Leaving the shrink and getting into the car, Dorothy kept gazing out of the window and was lost in her thoughts.

As they neared the hotel, she suddenly grasped Everett's hand, "Can she really cure me?" "Of course," he replied without hesitation.

After a brief silence, Dorothy said, "Let's... go back to the Bay Residence." Everett's voice was soft and warm, "Missing them?" She nodded, "Yeah." "Good, Abigail and Langston will be thrilled." Seeing the smile on his face, Dorothy mimicked it, though her heart wasn't in it. She didn't feel any joy at the thought of seeing the kids; in fact, she was even somewhat resistant.

These were the very ties that kept her from finding peace! She didn't want to see anyone, including Everett.

But as long as she was alive, the show must go on, and freedom would remain elusive.

to play and many scenes to

in front of Everett, she had to act normal, pretend she was living a typical life, and show that she had many things in this world to hold onto. Only then could he

only hope that the medication

Bay Residence felt like

entering, Abigail and Langston rushed to their

I missed you so

matter how hard she tried. Even Langston, usually glued to his computer, cover to inspect, "Mommy, dad said you were sick. Is it serious?" "It's not serious. I'm almost better." "That's great! Then Mom and Dad can be both around." Everett

up a chair, grabbed the apple, and the paring

resumed their playful chase around

down at the knife, her body Be knife seemed to move on its own, her fingertips brushing against the sharp edge. It hurt, and she could