GoodReadSandwiched in the middle of a dilemma, Kevin was definitely feeling the pinch.
"Everett's not picking up his phone." "Then keep calling until he does. Mr. Lopez is holding onto his phone." Dorothy's brows knitted in frustration. "Alright, | got it." She ended the call and switched to texting on Everett's WhatsApp.
[Call me back, or you can forget about seeing me again!] True to form, less than a minute after she hit send, her phone rang with Everett's name flashing on the screen.
Taking the call, Dorothy made her way to the CEO's office door and punched in the code - 0825.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe lock beeped affirmatively.
Sure enough, the office code hadn't changed.
On the phone, Everett's deep, raspy voice came through. "You're in my office?" He could tell just from the sound! "Yeah," Dorothy didn't bother hiding it, "Aren't you supposed to be at the company? And making Kevin keep secrets from me, what's that about?" "You care?" "Don't give me that!" Dorothy was irked.
She had thought Everett would never lie to her.
"I'll come to the office for you." Everett still didn't disclose his location.
But Dorothy was persistent. "No, I'll come to you! Tell me where you are.” "You don't want to know." "I do want to know! Everett, you better think carefully before you speak to me!" The line went silent, and after a few seconds, he let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm at the cemetery.” "What?" "I'm at the cemetery gate, but | haven't gone up. Don't worry, | didn't disturb your mom." By the time Dorothy drove to the cemetery, dusk was already setting in.
She had thought Everett and Kevin were together, only to realize that Kevin had followed Everett due to sensing something was off. Not daring to get too close, he just sat in his car, watching from a distance.
Dorothy got out of her car and jogged towards Everett.
He stood straight at the cemetery's main gate, indeed not having entered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNumerous orange-red cigarette butts lay at his feet, too many to count, and as she approached, the unmistakable smell of tobacco filled the air.
Everett turned upon hearing her approach, offering a half-hearted smile. When he spoke, his voice was so dry that it seemed to crack.
"You see, I've just been here a while, no women around.” Dorothy sighed, "I never suspected you of anything." She moved closer, but Everett stepped back. "I smell like smoke." "And you still smoke so much? Everett, you're still recovering from injuries! Do you want lung cancer or what?" He gave a wry smile, "Not quite there yet." "Let's go home, okay?" Dorothy didn't want to stand around in a place like this at night.
Everett nodded, then said, "You and Kevin go ahead; I'll follow." "What's the fuss about?" Dorothy pursed her lips, stubbornly walking over to grasp his arm. "Is this all because | didn't take you to visit my mother's grave?" "Dorothy," Everett's voice was heavy.
Thinking he was going to say something, she looked up at him, waiting.
However, all that followed was a sigh. "Let's go home." "You haven't finished what you were saying!" "There's nothing to say. | just came to have a look." "Everett!" He pressed his lips together, took off his jacket, and draped it over Dorothy's shoulders. "The wind's picking up. Let's go home.
I'll ice your ankle when we get home."
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