GoodReadDorothy was sound asleep in the hospital room. Her energy thoroughly sapped by Everett. It was hard to tell if she had simply succumbed to exhaustion or slipped into unconsciousness.
Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her face in a warm glow that made her look even more delicate and beautiful.
Dorothy's beauty wasn't the kind that screamed for attention with bold makeup. She was the pure and bright, with a face the size of a palm and vibrant, clear almond eyes. Dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, she could pass for an undergrad on campus.
But when she wore something a little more well-designed, something that hugged her curves, she would have temptation adding on that purity .
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer waist was so slim that Everett could easily pin her down with one arm and indulge in her. Despite her slender frame, she had an impressively developed bust, which was not exactly voluptuous but certainly something to be proud of.
Everett had been sitting by her side, watching over her without moving. He was reluctant to look away even for a moment, until Karen's call came through.
He couldn't fathom why Jeffrey would do that, but Karen was Dorothy's best friend and had been a great help to her. This was something he felt he needed to get involved with.
Fearing to disturb Dorothy, Everett picked up his phone and stepped out of the room. He winced with each step he took.
It took several rings before Jeffrey answered.
"Hey, Everett..." The guilt was evident in his voice.
"What's the deal with you and Karen?" "She talked to you?!" Jeffrey's voice spiked in pitch, causing Everett to hold the phone away from his ear to avoid the sudden outburst.
"That's not important.” "It is important!" With a sigh, Jeffrey recounted the event, conveniently leaving out the part where he'd got impotent. The more he talked, the more he felt like the victim—how unfair it all was! She interrupted him, and he in turned had to sooth her! Everett listened with a frown and eventually spoke in a measured tone, "I'll get someone else to take care of her. Keep your distance." The last thing he wanted was another round of .
"| just wanted to tease her a bit. | had no idea that tomboy would actually cry!" Jeffrey felt that he has really met a rival. "Fine, I'll do as you said and stay away from her." After hanging up, Everett was about to head back to the room when he felt a presence behind him. He turned sharply to see Quincy, with her round eyes looking at him through the lenses of her glasses.
She dressed in her usual white lab coat and addressed him with a mix of exasperation and concern. "Mr. Lopez, you were supposed to stay in bed until tomorrow." "I had something to take care of." "If you keep this up, I'm really going to have to tell Ms. Sanchez!" Quincy had just assured Jonathan that she wouldn't let anything happen to Everett. Now, he was really running her credibility with Jonathan.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Don't say anything," Everett said instinctively. "I'm heading back now." "Here, lean on my shoulder, and I'll help you." Quincy offered, stepping closer to lend her support.
But Everett, with a frosty expression, wouldn't even let his clothes brush against hers.
It had always been like this. His being a clean freak had reached almost mythical proportions, especially when it came to women.
Even when Quincy applied the medications, he insisted she wear disposable medical gloves.
"No need. | can manage on my own." "But you're risking your recovery! It's already bad enough that you got out of bed prematurely, and now you won't even letting me help. What if you fall?" Quincy was focused solely on her duty as a doctor and oblivious to the rejection in his eyes.
The next moment, Everett spoke with a cold and distant tone, "Sorry, | have a bit of a clean freak.”
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