The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 72

Dorothy blinked at the man in front of her, almost convinced she was dreaming.

Shouldn't he have been at Heather's side, keeping a sleepless vigil after her surgery?

"Another friend is there. No need for me." Everett shrugged casually, shedding his suit jacket.

Dorothy blinked again. "A guy?"

"Huh?"

"Your other friend. Is he a guy?"

Everett nodded. "Yeah. He's actually better at taking care of Heather."

Well, that explained a lot!

Dorothy had been puzzling over what kind of colossal misunderstanding stood between Everett and Heather. Two people so clearly in love yet obstinately not together.

Then it all made sense. A third wheel was in the picture.

Everett, being the reticent and tight-lipped type, was probably no match for that other guy's attentiveness and charm. That explained Heather's indecision.

No wonder he was always trying to use Dorothy to make Heather jealous.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Everett was oblivious to Dorothy's analysis. His first concern was always whether she was hungry or not.

"No, I'm on a diet." Dorothy genuinely had no appetite.

"No can do. Eat less at night. I'll have my assistant send something over." His words always had a compelling force to them that made it hard to refuse.

It's as if he was born a leader and others were just meant to follow his command.

Dorothy got up and watched as he took some fruit out of the refrigerator, washed them, and put them in front of her. He picked out the biggest, reddest strawberry and handed it to her.

Of course, Everett didn't forget. Because that "generous" classmate was him.

They were learning the word "strawberry" in English class, and as her deskmate, he accidentally noticed Dorothy staring at the strawberry illustration in the textbook for a long time.

Everett knew that if he only bought for her, Dorothy would have definitely refused. So, he used the prize money he won from a competition, contacted a fruit farm, and sent one box to each of his classmates in the name of the class president.

"Why aren't you eating?" Dorothy glanced at him and picked a strawberry to his mouth. "It's really sweet."

He didn't refuse, opened his mouth to take a bite, and accidentally bit her fingertip.

Like being electrocuted, Dorothy quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Having been around the block, she knew well enough what to do under such circumstances.

Everett gently lifted her in a princess carry and headed for the bedroom. He planted a kiss on the corner of Dorothy's mouth, lingering until she was almost breathless. Her face flushed as red as strawberry pulp.

"Hmm, it is sweet."