"You think Kenneth wouldn't jump at the chance to take over if | die?" It had taken him a decade of relentless pursuit to secure his position at the helm, and there was no way he'd let it slip through his fingers that easily.
"He's not the sleazeball you're making him out to be!" "Hmph." Everett scoffed, "I'm a man." And if there's one thing a man knew, it was what other men were thinking! Dorothy hated hearing anyone speak ill of Kenneth. She urged, "You should take a shower." "| still have my pants on." "You can handle that part yourself!" Knowing he had pushed her enough today and risking her actually leaving, Everett steadied Dorothy with one hand while he slipped off his sweatpants with the other.
She kept her eyes tightly shut the entire time, refusing to sneak even a peek! Fortunately, Everett's wound was on his upper body. Nothing happened to him as long as he dodged the wound. He even didn’t get his cloth wet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince he couldn't raise his arms high, it was Dorothy who washed his hair.
It was her first time tending to someone like this, and she was a bit clumsy. Her nails even accidentally scraped his cheek, but it didn't dampen Everett's spirits.
While toweling off, she sighed, "You're going to be scarred front and back." Such deep wounds were bound to leave their mark.
"That's why I'm thinking maybe | should get a tattoo of Abigail and Langston's birthdays. What do you think?" Dorothy's towel-folding hands paused, "Maybe not..." "So, it's only okay if the marks are yours?" "That's not what | meant!" She just thought tattoos were painful, and the inflammation and redness afterward just weren't worth it.
"They're my only kids. | want to tattoo their birthdays and names." Dorothy sensed something amiss, "Why just those two? You're still young!" "I meant what | said the other time," he was serious about getting a vasectomy.
If that's what it took to keep Dorothy, who always let her own imagination run wild, from worrying, he would do it.
"Don't!" she quickly interjected, "I don't want you doing that surgery!" "Why not?" "Just... don't! Why undergo a life-altering procedure when everything's fine? You're the CEO of Lopez Corporation. Your family might as well have a ‘throne’ to inherit." Everett's gaze fixed on her, "Abigail and Langston are enough. They're my children." Dorothy didn’t reply.
"What, you want more kids?" he asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDorothy frowned, knowing this man always kept his word. If he actually went through with a vasectomy, it would be on her conscience.
"We can't predict the future. What if | want more later?” Everett tried to gauge the sincerity of her words, "Aren't two enough?" "Your genes are too good; two isn't enough." "Ah." Everett let out a soft sigh, "Dorothy, | can provide for however many kids we have, but | worry about your health." He knew all too well the toll childbirth took on a woman's body.
The joy of new life was one thing, but Dorothy's well-being was the most paramount thing.
"Sounds like you're planning on more right now." Having finished drying his hair, Dorothy neatly folded the towel, "Just don't go through with the surgery yet." He nodded, "Alright, I'l listen to you." As Dorothy went to get the hairdryer, Everett's phone on the table rang.
She glanced down and saw it was Jeffrey.
Handing Everett the phone, she said, "It's Jeffrey." Everett pressed the answer button and Jeffrey's voice came through, sounding muffled and unenthusiastic.
"Karen's got a boyfriend! | was played!"