GoodReadJeffrey had just left, saying he was filling in for Everett at a meeting, which meant he is probably in the boardroom by now. Wait up, I'll just shoot him a text and see what's up." Karen knew she had to skedaddle before Jeffrey got back; if he returned, she wouldn't stand a chance of leaving.
"Alright, you guys catch up with Jeffrey for the full scoop. | better head out.” "What's the rush? Have some breakfast! | asked the housekeeper to whip up something special.” Paloma didn't let Karen's words sour her mood; she was still all smiles. "After you've eaten, whether you and Jeffrey are an item or not, I'm making him go to the hospital and apologize to your friend. We'll sort out any compensation that's due; we can’t muddle it through and have you caught in the middle of this mess." "No worries, my friend probably doesn't need his apology. I'll have a word with him, that's all." Karen was terrified that if Jeffrey faced Levi, he might throw punches before he could even apologize! Nobody knew what he’s gonna do next with his temper.
Coercing her, throwing his phone in a fit, lashing out...none of that was normal behavior.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Karen, Jeffrey has to face the consequences of his actions. Don't worry, with his dad and me around, he wouldn't dare step out of line." Paloma's sincere gaze didn't carry a trace of high-society arrogance.
For a moment, Karen wished Everett's parents were like this too.
Then Dorothy and Everett would surely be living their happiest life together.
Dorothy slept like a log back at Bay Residence, as if Everett's presence magically improved her sleep quality.
If it weren't for the kids' ruckus, she might have snoozed the day away.
After freshening up, she stepped out in her robe to find Everett making breakfast while Abigail and Langston were tossing a ball back and forth, chirping with laughter.
Looking down, the plush carpet was a disaster zone.
Dorothy hurried over to tidy up, putting the toys back in their place.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mommy, | wanna keep playing!" Abigail pouted, "Daddy said we could play whatever we want!" That was a quick switch. She just fit in so naturally.
Dorothy sighed and called Langston over.
"Kids, listen up. Daddy is a bit of a clean freak; he doesn't like a mess, so let's keep things tidy, okay?" "But Daddy said it's okay!" Abigail was already using Everett as her shield.
"That's because Daddy loves you. But you gotta love him back, right? Don't you want Daddy to be happy?" Abigail blinked innocently and nodded, "I do." "Then let's clean up together." Abigail agreed while Langston snorted, "Mommy, you're so good at brainwashing!" Dorothy gasped.
"Breakfasts ready." Everett set the table and looked up to see the trio huddled over the toys.
No prizes for guessing who orchestrated this "activity." "Stop that. I'll clean up later. Abigail, Langston, come eat.” "Yay, breakfast time!" Abigail cheered at the prospect of ditching chores and darted off.
Dorothy looked helplessly at Everett.
He smiled tenderly, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "My world, my rules. | don't mind at all." "No more clean freak?" "Not when it comes to you."
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