The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1249

She couldn't help but worry about Everett's neglect of breakfast in the whirlwind of his busy work life. She found herself typing a message with a mix of concern and a hint of flirtation, "Mr. Lopez, I know you're swamped with work, but skipping breakfast isn't the way to go! You're always in such a rush, and I wonder if you'll ever have the chance to taste my cooking... or perhaps, I could start delivering breakfast to the Lopez Corporation."

In Quincy's mind, she believed that men coveted a partner who could play the role of a nurturing and virtuous woman.

Who wouldn't want to come home after a long day to a cooked meal, a massage, and some relaxation?

Once she became Mrs. Lopez, she wouldn't have to try so hard to please anyone else. Taking care of Everett would be her primary concern.

After sending the text, Quincy rubbed her belly, whispering a wish to herself, "I hope you make things easier and happen quickly! It would save me so much effort."

She hadn't always seen the appeal in marriage or even dating.

But now, Quincy realized the significance of who you love and marry. Just the thought of Everett's face filled her with contentment.

Plus, he was the CEO of the Lopez Corporation.

Powerful, influential, and wealthy.

What's not to like?

Glancing at her phone again, Quincy felt a tinge of disappointment at the lack of response.

"He's not perfect, too busy to spend time with me," she mused, acknowledging that her romantic fantasies differed from reality.

However, Quincy wasn't fond of men who revolved their lives around their girlfriends either. In her eyes, Everett's ambition and drive were admirable qualities that made her feel lucky to be with him.

...

Three days later, Quincy was jolted awake by a call from Lane.

Lane's response was a few seconds of silence before his voice spiked in disbelief.

"You? You've been with Everett?"

"Of course! We're engaged, isn't that normal?"

"..."

"Mr. Lane, once you get the antidote, kindly refrain from contacting me again. Let's settle this transaction cleanly. I wouldn't want Mr. Lopez to get jealous."

Lane snorted, "Even if you wanted me to, I wouldn't have the time."

As the call ended, Quincy quickly dressed in casual workout clothes, forgoing makeup for a hat and mask, ready to deliver the antidote to Lane.