GoodRead"Get me that flash drive, and I'll take care of it for you.” "I've already paid Byte 7. Let's not make a fuss about it," Dorothy said. She did not want to keep circling back to the topic of the flash drive. In fact, lately, she could not quite figure out what was up with Everett. He seemed to keep touching on topics that were hard to tackle.
Sometimes, Dorothy wondered if he had gotten wind of something! Everett just glanced up at her and crooked a finger. "Come here." Not wanting to trigger him to get up, she obediently set aside her laptop and snuggled into Everett's embrace.
"Are you coming down with something? Your voice sounds off." "Maybe. You're probably the cause of it." Dorothy rolled her eyes. "Mr. Lopez, always so stoic, now you're getting upset over everything? | must be quite the force, then." He huffed lightly. "You've always been quite the force." "Thanks for the compliment.” With a sudden flex of his arm, Everett pulled her entire body onto the bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDorothy was so startled she did not dare move. "Are you out of your mind? You just had stitches removed, and you're still bleeding!" "When | just had surgery, it did not stop me from making you feel good, did it? What's a little blood?" Dorothy really wanted to kick him! She thought Everett was in the mood again, but he did not try to undress her this time. He just held her, entwined with her, savoring her scent.
When he was too close, his breath tickled her neck.
"What's wrong?" She sensed something off about him.
"Nothing, just want to hold you for a bit." Dorothy frowned and reached up to check his forehead.
"Everett, you have a fever!" No wonder his voice was so nasal; he was clearly powering through.
"Don't overreact, a little cuddle, and I'll be fine." "I'm not a fever reducer." Dorothy worried that his fever could lead to complications. After all, fever was just a symptom; what if it was caused by an infection in his organs or at the wound site? "Let go. I'll get Dr. Quincy to take a look at you." At the mention of that name, Everett's eyebrows knitted together.
"Don't let her come.” "You're being picky about doctors now?" Dorothy thought his germaphobia was acting up, not wanting a female doctor to examine him. "Come on, let's get that fever down. Dr. Quincy performed your surgery; she knows your condition best! Fevers can be serious or not, but I'll only be able to relax if everything checks out okay." "It's not that serious. Just get me some fever reducer. | just got a cold.” Everett nestled into her neck, his eyelids growing heavy, verging on sleep.
Unable to persuade him, Dorothy reached out to shove him gently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Then let me go. I'll get your medicine." "If I let go, you'll definitely go find that Quincy." He did not want to see her.
"Everett, when did you become so stubborn? You're the patient, she's the doctor!" Everett loosened his grip and turned his body away, giving his back to Dorothy.
She thought he tacitly allowed her to seek out Dr. Quincy, so she got up to leave the bed.
But then, from behind, Everett suddenly spoke in a muffled, heavy tone.
"My dad wants me to marry her." "Who?" Dorothy asked instinctively.
"Who else?" At this moment, Dorothy remembered something Jonathan had mentioned before and realized it was not surprising.
She pressed her lips, understanding now why Everett did not want Dr. Quincy to come.
"Oh." Everett suddenly turned around, sitting up on the bed. "That's it? Oh?"
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