The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1274

"Sorry, I might as well be scraping the bottom of the barrel with that line."

Others might not get it, but Kenneth knew all too well.

If he ever had the chance, he'd say the same to Dorothy without batting an eye.

Sadly, he didn't even have the right to say those words out loud.

"Eleanor, please don't let me hold you back anymore."

"Is that your way of rejecting me?" Eleanor insisted on digging deeper.

All she got in return was Kenneth's silence.

She took a deep breath, then chuckled, "I find myself quite amusing. You've been pushing me away, yet here I am, asking to hear your rejection."

"Eleanor, you're a great girl."

"Save the nice guy act." She paused for a few seconds, "I've transferred $30,000 into your account. Consider it a small compensation for the accident you got into because of me. I know your family isn't hurting for money, but this is purely to ease my own guilt! From now on, I won't bother you anymore."

"I don't want your money!"

Kenneth's protest was cut short as Eleanor hung up.

He checked his messages and sure enough, there was a $30,000 deposit...

He called the bank, trying to send the money back, but customer service informed him the account had already been closed!

Kenneth tried reaching out to Eleanor again, only to find her phone was off.

His messages went unanswered.

"Why do you feel guilty... It should be me..."

In his attempt to get Dorothy to drop her reservations and reach out, he had involved Eleanor.

Now, after everything, he still couldn't forget Dorothy, and he felt indebted.

With everything laid out, Everett finally returned to the master bedroom.

As soon as he entered, he saw Dorothy was awake, looking at him!

"You're up early too..."

Dorothy sighed, "How could I sleep when you were up all night?"

Everett walked over and wrapped her in his arms, "I couldn't have slept anyway, not until I figured out a plan. Unless you knocked me out, my worry wouldn't let me rest."

"So, did you come up with anything?" Dorothy looked up at him.

"Sort of." Everett gently stroked her hair, "Looks like we'll have to ask Ms. Sanchez to put on another performance!"

She immediately smiled, without a hint of worry, "Sure! What's the play this time?"

"Playing the love lost."