Chapter 658


    Dorothy was caught off guard by Quincy''s sudden nudge towards marriage. The idea of Quincy


    rushing them into tying the knot surprised her.


    She chuckled. "Let''s wait until Everett''s all healed up."


    "But he''s getting his stitches out soon, and a little scar isn''t going to stop you two from heading


    down to the city hall and making it official," Quincy insisted.


    Dorothy nced at Everett, sensing they might have had a conversation she was not privy to. It was


    unlike Quincy to be so forward; she had often admired her rtionship with Everett, but they were


    not close enough for her to meddle in their marriage ns.


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    Everett met her gaze with an open, honest expression, not giving away any signs of a secret pact


    with Quincy.


    "We want to take things slowly, Dr. Quincy. But thanks anyway," Dorothy interceded quickly, hoping


    to avoid any further pressure.


    "Sure, no problem," Quincy replied with a smile, stuffing her hands into herb coat pockets and


    turning to leave.


    As she walked away, Dorothy realized that Quincy had taken the medicine she had just retrieved


    from her office back with her. What was the point of asking her to fetch it if it was just going back to


    her office? She had thought it was for Everett''s use.


    While she pondered the oddity, Everett reached out and pulled her into his embrace, holding her


    tight to prevent any chance of escape.


    "How exactly do you n on taking things ''slowly''? Let''s hear it," Everett prodded.


    "We can''t just rush into getting a certificate," Dorothy countered.


    Everett was not ready to drop the subject, especially after Quincy''s remark. "We already have kids;


    how can you call that rushing?" Everett had been plotting for over a decade, and this was anything


    but hasty to him.


    The word ''rush'' seemed out of ce at this moment.


    Concerned about touching his fresh wound, Dorothy did not dare to struggle too much. She softly


    called out, "Everett... Everett, let me go first."


    "Agree to marry me, and I''ll let you go."


    "Stop being childish." Dorothy sighed, exasperated. "We''ve both been through a divorce already. I


    need to think this through properly. When I have my answer, I''ll tell you. Don''t push me to decide."


    Feeling Everett''s grip rx, Dorothy managed to step away from his arms. She quickly changed the


    subject. "Are you hungry? I don''t feel like having toast this morning. I wonder if the chef knows how


    to make corn chowder. I''ll go ask."


    She made her excuse to leave, but Everett was not fooled.


    Recalling Quincy''s earlier words, he grabbed his phone and texted his father Jonathan.


    [I won''t marry anyone but Dorothy.]


    Jonathan replied quickly.


    [Did Quincy''s girle after you? Everett, I won''t pressure you like your mom, but Quincy is a good


    catch. Skilled doctor, caring, easy-going. Lock it down while you can; Quincy''s family owes me, and


    they''ll dly give up their daughter.]


    In the business world, daughters were often treated asmodities, bargaining chips for


    cooperation and contracts. Their parents spoke of them as treasured jewels, yet in reality, they did


    not care who their daughters married or what kind of life awaited them after the wedding.


    Everett found the message meaningless, so he did not reply.


    His father''s words hinted at an acknowledgment that Dorothy might eventually leave. So, he


    suggested to ''lock it down'' but did not press for an immediate rtionship.


    Perhaps to avoid further souring their rtionship, Jonathan quickly followed up with another


    message. [About getting revenge for Dorothy, your mother and I have discussed it. She''s agreed to


    let you deal with Heather as you see fit.]