The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1111

He really was something else...

Any woman who got close to him felt it.

“In the future, Ms. Sanchez, I’d rather you not play the good Samaritan here at the hospital. If he and I end up fighting over this, I'll hold a grudge against you.”

“Don't worry, I won’t be coming back.”

Dorothy was too drained to engage in a war of words with Quincy.

It wasn’t about winning or losing; she simply couldn’t muster the energy.

“That’s for the best.”

“Can you move now?” Dorothy frowned. “A good dog doesn’t block the path.”

“You—”

“If you don’t stand in my way, you’re not a dog.”

If she continued to stand there, well, that was another story.

Quincy huffed coldly, a stark contrast to her usually gentle demeanor.

“You can handle it yourself. No one's better at saying one thing and meaning another than you.”

As soon as she stepped aside, Dorothy walked away without hesitation.

She never liked places like this to begin with.

...

Quincy knocked on the hospital room door, waiting for a response before daring to enter.

Seeing Everett lying in the hospital bed, she lowered her head, a complete turnaround from her standoff with Dorothy.

“Mr. Lopez.”

“Why are you here? Leave.”

Everett didn't mince his words, sending her away immediately.

“Kevin called me, said you were sick, and asked me to come check on you.” Quincy didn’t leave, instead moving closer to him. “How are you feeling? What made you suddenly ill?”

Everett scoffed internally, though his face still showed impatience.

He was willing to talk to her more.

“Let me stay with you. If you don’t want to hear me talk, I’ll stay quiet, okay?”

“…”

Everett didn’t respond.

Quincy sighed, “Do you think I poisoned Ms. Sanchez, and that makes me a bad person? That I’m cruel and calculating?”

Her tone was full of resignation. “All I wanted was freedom! I even asked Ms. Sanchez; if she dropped the lawsuit, I wouldn’t have poisoned her. My intention was to live my life, not be trapped in an arranged marriage.”

Everett didn’t say anything, but he didn’t tell her to leave either.

So Quincy boldly continued, “Mr. Lopez, don’t judge me based on this alone! You and Ms. Sanchez are over. I plan to free her from this, I’ll give her the antidote soon.”

Everett’s fingertips twitched slightly on the bed.

But he had to remain composed, “Do what you want.”

“I want to prove, I’m not a bad woman!”