Chapter 1108
Tears welled up in Dorothy's eyes until they could no longer be contained, tracing a path down her cheeks.
Instinctively, Dorothy reached out to wipe them away...
The heat from his skin made her fingertips quiver.
"Are these tears for her, or for me?"
She had no clue who Everett was desperately trying to save in his dreams.
Suddenly, Everett's strong hands pulled Dorothy towards him!
He sat up straight, as if searching for something.
At last, he found what he was looking for.
Dorothy felt the moisture on her lips...
"Umm!"
It had been so long since she felt Everett's breath that she forgot to push him away, and just stood there, foolishly being kissed by him.
He was eager, trying to pry her lips apart, wanting more and more...
It didn't take long for Dorothy to snap back to reality.
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"Let... let go!"
Dorothy struggled, but it was futile. In desperation, she bit down on his tongue!
Pain made Everett stop, his dark eyes looking lost.
"Does it hurt?"
"Of course, it hurts!" Dorothy wiped her swollen lips, at a loss for words about how she felt, "We're not dreaming!" Everett seemed dazed.
He had thought it was all a hallucination...
A hallucination induced by the medication he took.
"I'm sorry."
Everett quickly regained his composure, his handsome face turning cold.
Dorothy felt as if her heart was being sliced by countless knives.
He had mistaken her for someone else.
"Who did you think I was?"
Dorothy knew she shouldn't ask, that the answer would only bring more pain, but she couldn't help herself.
"Tell me, who did you think I was just now?"
Everett's lips were dry, "You should leave."
"Kevin called me to take care of you! It wasn't my choice to come here! But you kissed me, we've broken up, that's crossing a line! Now, I just want to know, who did you think I was when you kissed me? Tell me, and I'll leave."
Dorothy looked at him in disbelief, feeling a cold emptiness where her heart should be.
"It wasn't anyone."
"That's impossible! You kept saying you needed to save her, and then suddenly you're kissing me—"
"Was it Quincy?" Dorothy asked, fixated on his gaze.
Everett was still weak, his hands bandaged from breaking glass, but the doctor had taken care of it.
"I don't feel well, you should leave, I need to rest."
Seeing his evasion, Dorothy stepped
forward, trapping his face in her
like he used to do to her
him to meet her gaze.
"Tell me, is it Quincy? How far have you two gone?"
This was undoubtedly a form of self-torture.
Dorothy knew.
She wasn't naive or inexperienced; she understood what could happen between a man and a woman.
Considering her own pace with
Everett, by this time, they should et
have already slept together, but... but she always secretly believed Everett wouldn't so quickly
She thought Everett had standards, that he wouldn't accept someone new so soon.
But today.
His kiss was clearly practiced.
If Everett thought she was Quincy, that meant they had kissed like this countless times before! And maybe even more.