The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"I'm with you!"

How could Dorothy just let him face danger alone?

"Listen to me, I've called Jeffrey. The two of us are enough. We don't know what's happening over there, and if you go, I'll have to worry about you too," Everett reassured her, gently patting the back of her hand. "Wait for me at home." Despite her concerns, Dorothy could only nod in agreement.

Given her current condition, she knew she might only add to Everett's troubles if she went along.

"Alright, Everett, just come back safe! It doesn't matter if you can't get the antidote, I just want you back here, safe and sound!"

Lane had become dangerously unpredictable.

Knowing how much Lane despised Everett, Dorothy couldn't help but worry.

Yet, Everett didn't respond to her plea and turned to leave.

Not retrieving the antidote wasn't an option for him. Originally, if Quincy had died, he was supposed to be the one to pay the price! It was Dorothy who had sacrificed her chance at the antidote for him, and now she was the one in danger. Everett needed that antidote, for Dorothy's sake.

...

In a dilapidated house on the outskirts, Quincy could only watch as her blood, pulsing in time with her heartbeat, sprayed out.

As a doctor, she was painfully aware that a punctured carotid artery meant almost certain death outside of an operating room.

it -

this, at the hands of a man as obscure to her as

that moment, she desperately wished she could inform Everett of the antidote's

the end of the

time Everett and Jeffrey arrived, Quincy's blood had already seeped out

as

wasn't usually squea

who

nearly vomit!

"Ugh! Ugh!"

reeked of

just blood covered the floor, but Quincy's severed

t

known him

covering his

shoulder, "Everett? You haven't gone into shock, have

looked up, his

"Quincy's dead."

she is! Lane drained her blood Jeffrey gestured

yel

had even reach