The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1297

Lane's suspicions about Kenneth never really ceased. After all, Kenneth's appearance in his life was nothing short of abrupt.

Was it truly just as he claimed, wanting to see Everett out of the picture, or was there a deeper agenda? It was hard to tell.

Until he could secure Dorothy's safety, trust was a luxury Lane couldn't afford.

Kenneth, of course, was well aware of Lane's wariness. Hence, he tread carefully around him, fearful that a single word or gesture might betray him.

"Don't worry, if we ever run into each other again, even if I meet your girlfriend, I won't bring up your past with Dorothy," Lane said, clapping him on the shoulder with a knowing look.

Kenneth offered a wry smile. "Thanks."

...

Having overindulged the previous night, Lane initially thought he was dreaming when Dorothy's call woke him up.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stared at his phone screen for a few seconds before answering groggily, "Dorothy?"

"Yes."

"It's really you!"

There was a brief silence on the other end, as if Dorothy was unsure how to respond to Lane's bewildered greeting.

Quickly shaking off his drowsiness, Lane's voice took on a more casual tone. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to call so soon. Thought I was dreaming. What's up?"

After a pause, Dorothy said, "Lane, I need to see you."

Want to meet?

Lane's mind raced through all possible scenarios in an instant.

"Why the sudden change of heart? Last time, you said you'd never want to see me again."

Not only did Lane hear it, but Kenneth, who had just come in to ask what Lane wanted for breakfast, heard it too.

"Didn't Quincy say he gave you something to ease the symptoms?" Lane had specifically asked Quincy about the antidotes given to Dorothy and Everett.

By all accounts...

Dorothy shouldn't be in this state now.

"Because of everything with Everett, I haven't slept for days. So, the poison acted faster than expected. Quincy told you, right?"

Lane was taken aback; this was news to him. But if Dorothy was willing to meet, he believed it couldn't be for any reason other than the antidote.

"If you're not up for it—"

"I am," Lane interrupted, his voice firm. "Where should we meet?"