The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy could only relent, stepping back a tad.

"I'll grab another set of cutlery."

"Thanks."

After Everett spoke, Langston eagerly pulled him down to sit.

"Dad! You sit between me and sis!"

"Sure."

He nodded at his son, eyes lingering on the busy figure in the kitchen.

By now, Quincy was probably sure about his poisoning, hence his earlier offer of the antidote to Dorothy.

For the moment, he could breathe a little easier, just waiting for Dorothy to be fully cured.

Abigail and Langston were as chatty and lively as ever, buzzing around.

When Dorothy emerged from the kitchen with plates and utensils, she saw Everett encircled by the two, deep in conversation and laughter.

The scene couldn't have been more harmonious.

She sighed softly, approaching them.

"Abigail and Langston, go easy on Dad. His health isn't great."

"I'm fine." Everett immediately reassured.

"Well, if you're fine, then let's eat and head out afterward."

He paused, then slowly raised a hand to his forehead, "Suddenly, I'm feeling a bit dizzy again."

As if worried Dorothy wouldn't believe him, he added, "Really."

"Really?" Dorothy eyed him, then reached for her phone. "I'll call Kevin, have him take you back to the hospital."

She was genuinely worried about Everett after the scare at the office!

"No need, Langston would be disappointed, right, Langston?"

Everett now had the perfect excuse.

And Langston eagerly agreed.

"Yeah! Dad, please don't go to the hospital. Stay here with me!"

"Dad! Abigail doesn't want you to go either!"

"Alright, I won't go."

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Dorothy eyed the trio, their performance making her feel ensnared yet without evidence.

But seeing Abigail and Langston so happy, she didn't want to dwell on it.

After all, splitting with Everett was a done deal, and him being their father was unchangeable. She had to get used to this dynamic eventually, not forcing Abigail and Langston to

disown their father.

If that was impossible, she had to accept Everett's unavoidable presence in their lives.

After dinner, Dorothy got up to tidy up.

Everett whispered something to his son, then followed her into the kitchen with the dishes.

Dorothy paused, hastily saying, "No need, I can clean up."

"It's just some dishes, nothing more."

Watching Everett gather the plates and meticulously clean each one placing them aside, she couldn't help but admit his cleanliness left no room for worry. But still...

"Everett, dinner's over. You should find an opportunity to leave."

Whether it was returning to the hospital for treatment or going back to work, it was none of her concern now.

He paused slightly, not looking at Dorothy, continuing his task, "In such a hurry to get rid of me, have plans?"

"..." What was he even talking about? "It's getting dark, don't you think it's inappropriate for you to be here?"

"What's inappropriate? Abigail and

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Dorothy was taken aback, "But we're split up! Aren't you worried Quincy will find out?"

"Not worried."

He knew Dorothy wouldn't go out of her way to tell Quincy.

"You really are something..."