Dorothy didn't need to turn around to know who was approaching. The presence he carried with him was unmistakable, almost like the thick aroma of a freshly brewed coffee lingering in a quiet morning cafe.
"Aren't you supposed to be out of Eldorria City?" she asked, lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyes danced with a playful light, perhaps accentuated by the wine she'd had, giving her a cheeky charm.
Everett stood before Dorothy wrapped in a black trench coat, his lips pressed together in silence, making no move to come any closer. It was as if he was there solely to escort her back to her apartment, with no intention of striking up a conversation.
Dorothy didn't press him to speak. Instead, she simply finished the drink in her hand. There was one last can left in her bag.
As she reached for it, Everett finally broke his silence with a furrowed brow, "Stop drinking. You know you can't handle it."
"Since when do you care?" she retorted.
There was a beat of silence before Dorothy smirked and stubbornly attempted to open the last can.
In the next second, both Dorothy and the can were enveloped in Everett's embrace.
He was so tall that Dorothy, in her flat shoes, barely reached his shoulder, her head nestled perfectly under his chin as his trench coat enveloped her.
"Dorothy, stop being stubborn."
"Is wanting a drink really being stubborn?" she slurred slightly, her footing unsteady. She wrapped her arms around his waist for balance, her gaze hazy yet piercing, "Everett, you say I'm not good at lying, but aren't you the expert?"
They knew each other too well for lies to carry any weight.
"I came back because of Jeffrey's situation."
"Oh, I heard about that. His ex-girlfriend's child isn't his, right? You found out?" Dorothy nodded, her eyelids growing heavier.
She tried to keep them open, but the alcohol was numbing her senses, and the strength kept fighting with her sanity.
Feeling her nodding off in his arms, Everett sighed.
"You're drunk, I'll take you home."
Comments
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...