The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 649

"Hah." Everett chuckled above her head, "Seems like I'm the one dreaming."

How could it be her?

He'd been harboring this dream for more than a decade. The longer it persisted, the more he dreaded waking up.

"Hmm? What?" Dorothy didn't quite catch that.

Everett, of course, wasn't about to repeat himself. He already felt low enough in front of Dorothy.

"It's nothing. Just wrapped up at work. Where do you wanna go?"

"Is Jeffrey at the office?"

Everett's thick brows furrowed. "Why do you ask about him?"

Dorothy blinked, "Karen mentioned grabbing dinner together, that's why I asked."

"He's there."

"Oh." Dorothy nodded, leaning in closer to Everett with a teasing arch of her eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're getting jealous just because I asked about Jeffrey? He's your buddy!"

"I don't like you snooping around other men."

Dorothy couldn't help but laugh.

She had no idea Everett had such a possessive streak. She used to think he was cool and somewhat detached, not paying her much mind and even giving her plenty of space. Turns out, the aloof act was just an act.

It was convincing, sure, but it must've been exhausting!

"When did you get so sour?"

"If you knew about it earlier, would you have bolted?"

Dorothy thought for a moment, smiling guiltily, "Probably."

The last thing she wanted was someone's overbearing affection or someone trying too hard to make an impression. It felt like being forced to accommodate a stranger in her world, and her first instinct would be to push back.

His mind wasn't in the game. He lost miserably, consumed with thoughts of what she would say when he got back. Would she reject him or accept him?

When the bell rang and he returned to the classroom, basketball in hand, seeing Dorothy with the letter was like a punch to the gut.

The remaining hope chilled instantly.

As he approached his desk, Dorothy's voice came softly, "Everett, is this yours?"

"Yeah."

"Here."

He hesitated before taking the unopened letter back.

He knew then he was out of luck. Dorothy hadn't even bothered to read what was inside.

"There were lots of love letters for you back then. I thought that one was just another in the pile," she said, furrowing her brows and pouting slightly. "Besides, I asked you if it was yours, and you said yeah."