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.

this was it - her

like this, at the hands of

virtually unable to communicate with the outside world. In that moment, she desperately wished she could inform Everett of the antidote's formula, wished for a chance

was the

arrived, Quincy's blood had already seeped

greeted Everett as

wasn't usually squea

who

nearly vomit!

"Ugh! Ugh!"

house reeked of

the floor, but Quincy's severed hand and vario and axes lay scattered

t

him for

covering his nose, but Everett remained

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

suddenly looked up, his gaze locking with

"Quincy's dead."

her blood

yel

even