Chapter 918


    "What does this have to do with my well-being?" Dorothy blurted out the question, her eyes clear


    and innocent.


    Everett couldn''t help himself; in a swift motion, he pulled her close, his head dipping down to


    capture her lips in a passionate kiss.


    His hands firmly held her slender waist to pin her in ce as Dorothy could do nothing but tilt her


    head back and surrender to his fervent exploration...


    As the kiss broke, Everett deliberately pressed himself against her lower abdomen, his voice husky


    with unmasked desire.


    "Get it now?"


    "You…!" Dorothy''s delicate face flushed a deep shade of red with a mix of anger and


    embarrassment painting her features.


    How could he even think of that when she’s like this? She could never figure it out.


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    She couldn''t believe that even in her current state, Everett''s mind was still wandering to such


    thoughts!


    "What about it? You kept asking," he chuckled, releasing her and casually running a hand through


    her hair. "Dorothy, it''s been months since we haven’t slept together. This is just a natural response."


    If he didn''t feel anything, that would be the real issue.


    Dorothy decided not to engage further to avoid another lesson in biology. She grabbed some


    clothes and retreated to the bathroom.


    When she emerged, she found Everett standing by the French doors, deep in conversation on the


    phone.


    His brows were furrowed, his tone cool and distant, a stark contrast to the warmth he''d shown her


    earlier. "Are you sure there''s nothing wrong?" he asked the other side.


    "From the medical results you''ve sent me, Mr. Lopez, I can''t see anything rming. No need to


    worry too much."


    "Mmhmm." Everett hung up, turning to see Dorothy standing at the bathroom door.


    "Was that Dr. Quincy?"


    "Yeah." He nodded, stepping towards her. "Asked her to review your medical files."


    "I''m fine, really. Just not feeling hungry, that''s all. Don''t make a fuss," Dorothy paused, then added,


    "And stop always bothering Dr. Quincy about it."


    Everett raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"


    "Jealous? Of Dr. Quincy?" Dorothy met his gaze, unflinching. "You''re imagining things. I just don''t


    think she should be obligated to check for me."


    "Well, you wouldn''t be jealous, would you?" Everett''s lips twitched into a smile. "The Lopez family


    pays her sry, after all."


    "But I''m not one of the Lopez family."


    Wanting to avoid further conflict, Everett didn’t say anything. He simply led her back to bed and


    tucked her in. "Get some rest."


    But Dorothy was far from sleepy.


    Yet, she closed her eyes, knowing that iming insomnia would only keep him up out of concern for


    her. After all the day''s drama, he was the one who truly needed rest.


    Without looking, she heard Everett moving about quietly.


    He showered, changed into his robe, and, not wanting to disturb her further, merely patted his hair


    dry with a towel.


    Laying on the couch, Everett finished returning Kevin''s work that he had to give an answer to today


    before he put his phone down and closed his eyes.


    Luckily, the couch in this room wasrge and long enough that he could at least stretch his legs out


    even though he was filling it up.


    Dorothy waited a while before quietly getting out of bed, barefoot to avoid making any noise, and


    tiptoed over to him.


    Everett, lying there, appeared a little childlike in his sleep. Hisrge frame was neatly arranged, his


    hands were by his sides, and he was breathing evenly...


    Dorothy reached out to touch his bandaged hand, hesitated, and then withdrew.


    Suddenly—


    Everett''s deep voice broke the silence, "Dorothy, I think you do love me, right?"