Dorothy slipped back into the hospital room, finding Everett engrossed in a video call with the company's shareholders.
She didn't interrupt. Instead, she gave him a little wave, signaling that he should keep at it and not mind her.
Listening to Everett converse in smooth, fluent Spanish, Dorothy found a quiet corner to sit and watch him work.
Her mind wandered back to Everett as a middle school student, who always clad in his crisp, clean uniform, sitting silently while working on problems with his refined, scholarly look. He'd furrow his brow in concentration and occasionally flipped through textbooks and jotted down notes.
Back then, her impression of her deskmate was simple: he liked his space clean, wasn't much for chit-chat, and had a string of admirers. His family was loaded, too. Every day after school, a sleek black sedan would be waiting to whisk him away.
The make and model of the car were beyond her knowledge then, not to mention what a luxury car even was. All she knew was that it was the most impressive car she'd ever seen—the kind she figured she'd never get to ride in.
As she watched him now, Dorothy couldn't help but pull out her phone and snap a picture of Everett in deep thought.
She scrutinized the photo from every angle, marveling at how there seemed to be no dead angle to his face. His features were sharply defined, his jawline chiseled, and his oceanic eyes were as deep as a serene pool. When his gaze dropped, the delicate fold of his eyelids became visible, and below that, his lashes fanned out like the feathers on a quill.
Dorothy saved the photo to her cloud album, hesitated for a few seconds before deciding whether to file it under 'Life' or 'Scenery.'
Chewing on her lower lip, her fingers finally moved to create a new album in the cloud, renaming the untitled folder to "0825."
After these little adjustments, she felt a little silly, as if Everett's youthful spirit was contagious—she was even resorting to a bit of sneaky photography.
But her mood? It was pretty great.
"This album should be filled with our photos together and with the kids, not just me alone."
She had no idea when Everett had silently moved from the bed. He was now standing behind her.
Startled, Dorothy put on a stern face intentionally, "What are you doing up again? Dr. Quincy said you need to stay in bed!"
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The readers' comments on the novel: The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires
Sometimes Karen can be such a drama queen and immature....
For some reason I am now feeling suspicious about Kevin's new girlfriend....
I really hope this Perdita person is not a new villain....
I too echoed the sentiments of pppplllleeeaaaassssseeeeee bring this drama to an end. I beg of you!...
Really please finish this book and upload the full story so it can end. It's been drugout for so long!...
The intimate scenes in this story or uncomfortable to read. They either come off as being forced, painful, or simply not enjoyable....
Okay I left a long while ago and came back. Looks like it's been updated but still not done lol. I'll maybe wait 6 months before coming back and it'll probably still be going on. It's like a soap opera instead of a novel...
Kenneth is confirming something I've been thinking about him for several hundred chapters ago and that is he is a future murder suicide perpetrator. And after reading chapter 1275 yeah it's just brought the thought back....
How could Jeffrey throw the knife down at the scene of the crime with both their fingerprints on there?...
Again no update, so is this where it ends? Or post the whole book. Your dragging this out...