GoodReadHeather had a knack for , and it might just be her way of dodging the bullet.
Everett wasn't buying it, though.
To be fair, as a tycoon who could move mountains in the business world, sharp wits were a necessity. He was on his toes around anyone and everyone, except Dorothy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Man, | was such a fool back in the day," Jeffrey groaned, wishing he could time-travel and slap some sense into his younger self. "Heather had me believing you were only into Dorothy because you had a spat with her, and because she looked like Heather! | believed her." And honestly, they indeed resemble each other! The logic seemed sound.
Dorothy's body stiffened at the mention. The thought of her blood ties with Heather made her feel nauseous.
"I need some air," she muttered, not wanting her discomfort to be noticed, especially by Everett.
Karen, finding the atmosphere stifling, chimed in, "I'll join you!" Everett watched Dorothy's hurried departure with a slight frown. "She doesn't look too hot. Have a doc check her out, will you?" "Don't worry, with Karen by her side, Dorothy's in good hands. Jonathan's arranging for a doc to look at her leg tomorrow. Looks like after all this mess, your folks are warming up to her." Jeffrey was stunned to see Dorothy in the private hospital.
Knowing Everett's parents, he'd figured they'd turn up their noses at Dorothy's background. Yet here she was, caring for Everett, with them giving her space and everything.
Talk about a turn for the books! "| think she's hiding something from me," Everett mused, not nearly as optimistic.
He knew his parents all too well. Something was off, but he also knew that prying into Dorothy's secrets was a dead end.
Maybe it was her upbringing, her family history, but trust didn't come easy to Dorothy. Even without meaning to doubt, her heart was guarded, her trust never fully given, always with a hint of reservation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOutside the hospital, Karen wheeled Dorothy down to the ground floor.
Evening had settled in, the twilight gently enveloping the surroundings. All was quiet, save for the neatly arranged forest that stretched out before them.
They neither spoke until Karen couldn't hold back any longer. "Dorothy, give Kenneth a call, will you? He's really worried." Dorothy paused, her voice a soft whisper, "Could you tell him for me? I'm not sure... how to face him right now." Kenneth's love was both overwhelming and tender, a push and pull that left Dorothy at a loss.
She'd turned him down time and again, yet he took it all in stride—no anger, no storming off. Instead, he protected her like an older brother, except that he wouldn't go find himself another girl.
Karen sighed. "Kenneth's head over heels, you know. I've tried talking sense into him behind the scenes, and his folks are pressuring him, too. But he just won't budge. It's like his smile only comes to life when you're around." "Karen, | can't return Kenneth's feelings!" "I know! And so does he!" Karen regretted ever playing matchmaker.
No happy ending was one thing, but to get Kenneth deeply in love was quite another.
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