Chapter 816


    They had been living on the edge for a while there.


    "Dorothy, you''re hammered."


    "I am not! I can still tell you''re Everett, can''t I?" she slurred.


    Everett pressed his lips together in a thin line, his brow furrowing as he began, "Then do you


    remember my mother—"


    He cut himself off, unable to continue. As his thoughts drifted elsewhere, he loosened his hold on


    her inadvertently.


    And that was all the opportunity Dorothy needed. Slipping her hand along the curve of his waist, she


    found her way in and hit the jackpot!


    "Mmm..." Everett couldn''t help but let out a muffled moan. Hisrge hand immediately reached for


    her wrist, trying to pull her hand away.


    "Dorothy, let go of me!"


    She wasn''t intimidated in the slightest; instead, she let out a silly giggle, "Mmm, you''re so warm... so


    hot..."


    "Let. Go. Now."


    "I won''t!"


    Far from releasing him, she gripped him even tighter upon sensing his attempt to pull her hand


    away.


    Everett knew he couldn''t use force to extract her hand without risking injury to his most sensitive


    area.


    "Dorothy! Be gentle!"


    "Then take off your pants... they''re chafing my arm. It hurts..."


    At that moment, Everett relived every sorrowful memory he had, yet still couldn''t suppress the


    wicked thoughts swirling in his mind. He gazed at Dorothy''s face and then steadied her head, tilting


    his own to nt a kiss.


    Not only did Dorothy tremble, but Everett shuddered too as he pushed forward. He truly believed he


    would never be able to touch Dorothy again...


    "It hurts... Everett, it hurts..."


    Dorothy''s small hands clutched his shirt tightly, her voice barely above a whisper.


    "Just a bit longer. I''ll be gentler in a moment, okay?"


    Right now, he simply couldn''t control his strength.


    After a passionate and unrestrained encounter, the scent of their intimacy lingered in the air of the


    guest room.


    Dorothy had fallen asleep during their second round, curled up under the covers. From Everett''s


    perspective, the bed seemed to rise in the middle where shey.


    He had already showered, his torso bare, wrapped in a towel, as he fetched a box of cigarettes from


    the master bedroom and stepped out onto the balcony.


    Everett usually didn''t smoke because of Abigail and Langston, but now, he needed it to convince


    himself that what had just happened wasn''t a dream.


    He finished the cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, washed it in the sink, and put it back in its


    ce.


    Returning to the guest room, Everett cleaned Dorothy up with a damp towel and helped her into


    pajamas.


    With a couple of hours left until dawn, he finally slid under the covers and naturally pulled Dorothy


    into his embrace.


    And then he couldn''t bear to close his eyes.


    He feared sleep, and he feared that these precious hours would pass too quickly.


    She was still lying there like a log. Her breath was gentle, and her eyelids were tightly closed.


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    Everett stroked her hair with his hand, over and over again.


    It was only as dawn began to break that he got up and left, closing the bedroom door behind him.


    ...


    Dorothy was truly stered. She hadn''t expected the punch to hit her so hard!


    In fact, when she had stumbled to the bathroom earlier, despite feeling dizzy, she wasn''t so far gone


    that she couldn''t walk or recognize people!


    She slept straight through to noon the next day before she groggily woke up.


    She lifted her arm instinctively. "Ugh..."


    Her body was sore all over.