The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Why do you have to ask?"

Right now, Everett was in a bind. He couldn't admit the truth, but denying it felt just as impossible. So, he tried to dodge the question.

But didn't his very avoidance seem like an admission of guilt?

"You...you really make me sick."

Dorothy yanked her hand away, ready to storm off.

Almost reflexively, Everett reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding on tightly.

Despite the bandages around his hand quickly staining with blood from his grip, he refused to let go.

"What are you doing now?"

Dorothy's voice turned icy.

She felt genuinely nauseated, repulsed.

"There was nothing between her and me."

Everett's explanation was dry and blunt.

But he had to say it.

He was genuinely afraid that Dorothy, in a moment of impulsion, would leave the hospital and go straight to Kenneth Nelson, or some other man. Or perhaps she'd end up in a bar, drowning herself in liquor, and then leaving with some random guy.

That thought was enough to drive him mad.

Mad beyond anything Dorothy's current state could provoke.

"...Nothing as in what? No kissing? No sleeping together?"

"None of it."

to believe that? The last time the two of

office before. She

the truth, but you don't believe

face him, "In your dream, you

question was even harder to answer than

it was?

"Neither."

even sure what he had been rambling about during his episode, what had been said, or what he could possibly make up on the

"Then who?"

"My mom."

Dorothy frowned, "Really?"

"Really." Everett nodded.

soften, he silently

atmosphere suddenly became awkward, an indescribable tension

hoarse

you some

got up to pour

helped

say what's wrong

anything specific, just mentioned

realized

no

deep scar

t the breakup. Contexere?

he was struggling to

figures they couldn't

belongs

inadvertently

"What do you mean?"

myself. I guess I'm just not impressed with Eldorria

starting to amaze himself with his own ability to lie so

the