Chapter 660


    "Get me that sh drive, and I''ll take care of it for you."


    "I''ve already paid Byte 7. Let''s not make a fuss about it," Dorothy said. She did not want to keep


    circling back to the topic of the sh drive. In fact,tely, she could not quite figure out what was up


    with Everett. He seemed to keep touching on topics that were hard to tackle.


    Sometimes, Dorothy wondered if he had gotten wind of something!


    Everett just nced up at her and crooked a finger. "Come here."


    Not wanting to trigger him to get up, she obediently set aside herptop and snuggled into Everett''s


    embrace.


    "Are youing down with something? Your voice sounds off."


    "Maybe. You''re probably the cause of it."


    Dorothy rolled her eyes. "Mr. Lopez, always so stoic, now you''re getting upset over everything? I


    must be quite the force, then."


    He huffed lightly. "You''ve always been quite the force."


    "Thanks for thepliment."


    With a sudden flex of his arm, Everett pulled her entire body onto the bed.


    Dorothy was so startled she did not dare move. "Are you out of your mind? You just had stitches


    removed, and you''re still bleeding!"


    "When I just had surgery, it did not stop me from making you feel good, did it? What''s a little blood?"


    Dorothy really wanted to kick him!


    She thought Everett was in the mood again, but he did not try to undress her this time. He just held


    her, entwined with her, savoring her scent.


    When he was too close, his breath tickled her neck.


    "What''s wrong?"


    She sensed something off about him.


    "Nothing, just want to hold you for a bit."


    Dorothy frowned and reached up to check his forehead.


    "Everett, you have a fever!"


    No wonder his voice was so nasal; he was clearly powering through.


    "Don''t overreact, a little cuddle, and I''ll be fine."


    "I''m not a fever reducer." Dorothy worried that his fever could lead toplications. After all, fever


    was just a symptom; what if it was caused by an infection in his organs or at the wound site?


    "Let go. I''ll get Dr. Quincy to take a look at you."


    At the mention of that name, Everett''s eyebrows knitted together.


    "Don''t let here."


    "You''re being picky about doctors now?" Dorothy thought his germaphobia was acting up, not


    wanting a female doctor to examine him. "Come on, let''s get that fever down. Dr. Quincy performed


    your surgery; she knows your condition best! Fevers can be serious or not, but I''ll only be able to


    rx if everything checks out okay."


    "It''s not that serious. Just get me some fever reducer. I just got a cold."


    Everett nestled into her neck, his eyelids growing heavy, verging on sleep.


    Unable to persuade him, Dorothy reached out to shove him gently.


    "Then let me go. I''ll get your medicine."


    "If I let go, you''ll definitely go find that Quincy."


    He did not want to see her.


    "Everett, when did you be so stubborn? You''re the patient, she''s the doctor!"


    Everett loosened his grip and turned his body away, giving his back to Dorothy.


    She thought he tacitly allowed her to seek out Dr. Quincy, so she got up to leave the bed.


    But then, from behind, Everett suddenly spoke in a muffled, heavy tone.


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    "My dad wants me to marry her."


    "Who?" Dorothy asked instinctively.


    "Who else?"


    At this moment, Dorothy remembered something Jonathan had mentioned before and realized it


    was not surprising.


    She pressed her lips, understanding now why Everett did not want Dr. Quincy toe.


    "Oh."


    Everett suddenly turned around, sitting up on the bed. "That’s it? Oh?"