GoodRead"You can rest here. | won't bother you anymore.” Everett stepped back, picking up the flannel shirt from the couch and slipping it on as he prepared to leave.
"I'm the one who should leave. This is your place." Dorothy's nails were deeply dug into her own flesh, trying hard to maintain her composure. "I'll stay at Karen's for a few days. I'll hand over the work | was doing properly before resigning. You... you can call me when your wedding preparations are done." "Dorothy, I've told you, I'm a clean freak." "So?" "We're not divorced yet; you're still my wife, and this is your home. Are you planning to cheat on me with Kenneth at Karen's place?" Dorothy blinked in surprise; clearly, she hadn't expected this.
It seemed he took this issue seriously enough to even consider her staying at Karen's as a chance for her to potentially cheat on him.
Everett took a deep breath, and then his hoarse voice broke the silence. "I'll be away on a business trip for a few days, so you can stay here." His last five words sounded more like a command.
He quickly reverted back to his CEO persona, as if the distraught man from moments ago wasn't him at all.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the end, she gave in.
"Okay." Then she listened as he put on his shoes, opened the door, and left. His footsteps were heavy and slow.
Everett didn't want to leave; Dorothy knew that.
His slow pacing was a silent plea for her to stop him; even a slight hint of reluctance from her would make him turn around instantly.
But Dorothy bit her lip hard, preventing herself from uttering any sound.
After he left, Dorothy tidied up the house until it was spotless.
Everett was a clean freak. She always remembered it.
When exhaustion made it impossible to move her hands anymore, she fell asleep on the living room couch.
In a haze, Dorothy heard the sound of rain.
It was a gentle drizzle.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to sit up from the couch, but her lack of strength, perhaps from not eating properly these past few days, made it difficult. Eventually, she managed to get up by leaning on the back of the couch.
It was indeed raining outside. The droplets seeped through the gaps in the window, wetting the floating ivory curtains.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDorothy checked her phone. There were messages from Karen and Kenneth, but none from Everett.
He hadn't sent her any messages.
Subconsciously, she glanced at the dining table. There were no notes either.
At that moment, a strong sense of loss hit her hard.
"Indeed, one shouldn't possess too much." Dorothy stared blankly at the rain hitting the window until her phone rang.
She looked down to see an unknown number.
She automatically assumed that the recent unknown calls were from the Lopez family members or Heather, so she answered with a cold tone.
"What is it?" The man on the other end clearly didn't expect her icy tone and paused for a few seconds. "Do you know who would call you?" It was a male voice that was somewhat familiar.
"Who are you?" "Jeffrey Turner.” Dorothy immediately clenched her phone tighter. "Did something happen to Everett?" "Yes. He drank so much that it caused gastric bleeding. He's in the hospital now." Dorothy instinctively got up to leave, but then she realized something was off.
Wasn't this Jeffrey one of Heather's men? Why would he call her at such a time? As if sensing her confusion, Jeffrey sighed helplessly. "Heather has never been Everett's remedy. | know that very well."
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