The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

From the moment Quincy concocted that poison, Everett found himself hemmed in on all sides.

Even the matter of breaking up had turned into a debacle, and ironically, the antidote ended up being ingested by himself, yet Dorothy remained poisoned!

Everett had always prided himself on his successes, believing that anything he set his mind to, he could achieve. Yet, when it came to Dorothy- He felt utterly powerless.

"Everett, I won't allow you to talk like that!" Dorothy furrowed her brows slightly, her face etched with seriousness, "The reason you feel trapped is because you care about me! Take Quincy, for example, you could easily make her suffer a fate worse than death if you wanted to! But you didn't, not because you're incapable, but because you're cautious."

Dorothy understood that unless she was completely certain the poison was neutralized, Everett wouldn't let Quincy meet her end immediately even if she handed over the antidote.

He had too much at stake, too many considerations to weigh, especially when it came to anything that might affect Dorothy. He couldn't afford to gamble with her life.

"I don't want to analyze the process; I just feel useless right now." Everett sighed deeply, covering his face with his hand.

"Who wants to feel like they're being led by the nose? Everett, how can you be useless? Without you, there wouldn't even be a 'me' to speak of!"

"I truly regret it," Everett clenched his fist, his eyes cast down, casting shadows across his face, "Why didn't I guard against you? Why did I drink the water you gave me!"

He had sensed something was off with Dorothy that day!

But...

gesture of goodwill

never acted this

setting clear boundaries between them! It was the

reflection, how could someone suddenly

clearly a

him, "Do you have any idea that I think the best thing I've ever done

could die!" The mere thought of Dorothy suddenly collapsing, devoid of all vitality, made him feel as if his heart was being squeezed,

the one poisoned, that would have been truly problematic! Lane would never

genuinely grateful she had

After all...

his own motives regarding

was room to maneuver

nothing but hatred! Seeing how resolutely he had killed Quincy, it was clear he left no room

his hatred

now, whether

is uncertain, and è whether he'll give it to you, we'll need