Chapter 908


    For days, Dorothy had barely eaten a thing, so when she was suddenly pulled into a warm


    embrace, she didn''t have the strength to resist!


    Before she could even see who it was, she heard a man''s pained intake of breath—


    She had identally bumped into his injured chest.


    "Everett, you—mmph!"


    Her protest was cut short as her lips were imed in a fierce, punishing kiss.


    Everett''s kiss was desperate, biting, as if he was venting all his frustrations on her!


    Tears sprung to Dorothy''s eyes as she struggled, but she ceased her movements when she


    detected what seemed to be the metallic scent of blood.


    He was so tall, she had to tilt her head back to meet his kiss.


    "Why did you stop resisting?" Everett''s voice was husky, like gravel scraping together.


    "Let me go!"


    "You care about my pain, don''t you?"


    "That''s not it!"


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    Everett''s eyes were clear and cold, his lips stained with blood, making them appear even redder. "I


    told you, you''re not allowed to die."


    "Yes, and here I am, alive, aren''t I?"


    "But you were about to jump!"


    Dorothy''s vision had cleared significantly, the illusions shattered by his presence, allowing her


    reason to partially return.


    "I wasn''t. I was just looking."


    "I can''t trust your words anymore. You''re lying to me; you want to die. You want to leave me!"


    Everett''s grip on her didn''t loosen, pressing her close to him, even though it caused him immense


    pain.


    He even thought the pain was good, a sign that both were still alive.


    Dorothy slowly looked up at him, finally softening, exhausted.


    "Everett, I think… I might be sick… I can''t control my actions."


    "It''s okay to be sick; I''ll take care of you. Come with me." He took Dorothy''s hand. "I''ve brought


    Abigail and Langston back from Liberty City. Don''t you want to see them?"


    Hearing about the kids softened Dorothy''s gaze, pulling her out from her stubborn stance.


    "Where are they?"


    "Bay Residence."


    She paused. "Haven’t you already—"


    "I couldn''t let go."


    Everett felt like he hadpletely lost to Dorothy in this lifetime! Seeing her lean forward on the


    rooftop, as if about to jump, his only thought was that he couldn''t retain even thest bit of his pride.


    Even if she hurt him time and again, pushing him away, dragging him through the mud, he couldn''t


    me her.


    He was willingly submissive.


    Call him a fool or whatever, he was ready to beg her, as long as he could hold her warm body, that


    was enough.


    …


    Jonathan was furious the moment he heard about Dorothy''s appeal.


    "Dorothy is so ungrateful! If she''s going to be like this, then I can''t let her have an easy time!"


    He immediately called Quincy''s father, his tone no longer negotiable but almostmanding!


    "I want your daughter to marry into the Lopez family! Otherwise, consider the consequences."


    Minutes after hanging up, a call from an unknown number came through.


    Jonathan frowned before answering.


    "Jonathan, it''s me, Quincy."


    "Speak."


    "I can marry Everett, but on one condition."


    Jonathan was displeased. "You''re not in a position to threaten me."


    "It''s not a threat." Quincy paused, "Just give me some time, and I''ll make Mr. Lopez willingly marry


    me."