GoodReadSeeing the thinly veiled annoyance in his gaze, Dorothy realized her response had been a bit too nonchalant.
She chuckled. "Well, it's not like you ever listened to your dad anyway." Everett flopped back onto the bed, lifting a hand to rub his temples. "Looks like between us, I'm the only one who gets jealous.” "What's that supposed to mean? Do you expect me to storm over to Dr. Quincy's office, crying, making a scene, threatening to do something drastic?" Everett was speechless.
He was, of course, not thinking about something so extreme. He just hoped her reaction would have a bit more emotion.
But clearly, Dorothy was more concerned about his wound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Never mind." Everett settled back in bed and spoke again, his voice soft, "I'll have someone else come in as the doctor." With him saying that, Dorothy was not foolish enough to insist on Dr. Quincy if it was going to upset him.
Everett glanced over at her, frowning. "Dorothy, are you not at all afraid I'll fall for someone else?" She was stunned for a moment.
Honestly, she had thought about it, and then again, she had not.
Her main concern was not to hold Everett back for life. When she was no longer around, she hoped Everett would find someone who truly cared for him to spend the rest of his days with.
Dorothy had not really considered the possibility of him falling out of love with her.
"Would you?" Instead of an answer, she questioned him.
Everett's voice was peculiar due to his congested nose, a trembling, low, and bubbling, his words slightly muffled as if spoken through gritted teeth, carrying an almost coy undertone.
"You really know how to take advantage of the fact I'll always be biased towards you." "Otherwise, | would not be here." Who was she, after all, but a speck in the vast sea of life? Toiling through her days, bustling about her job, how could she possibly end up in Swevia Country, lying in the bed of the illustrious CEO of the Lopez Corporation? Everett did not feel like bickering with her, so he simply pulled the covers over his head, letting his eyelids grow heavy.
At first, Dorothy thought he was just worn out from travel, maybe a minor cold, but Everett's fever fluctuated, persistently high for several days.
At its worst, his temperature spiked to 104°F, and he was out cold for the better half of a day before coming to.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDorothy could not worry about whether Everett was willing anymore; she had to call Quincy back.
"What's going on? Why wait until it got this bad to tell me?" Quincy frowned, flipping through Everett's lab results.
Dorothy pressed her lips, silent for a long while.
Turning her face, Quincy paused, then seemed to understand. "Mr. Lopez told you?" "Yeah." Dorothy nodded. "But it wasn't that | didn’t want to call you. It's just..." "I get it. Mr. Lopez is trying to avoid suspicion, worried about you getting jealous, right?" Quincy smiled, jotting down notes for the nurse to fetch the injection. "Don't worry, | have no designs on Mr. Lopez. It's purely my parents’ wish." "It's not me. Everett's the worried one." "He really is head over heels for you." Quincy dropped that comment and went out to prepare the IV supplies for Everett.
Dorothy approached the bed where Everett lay. His eyes closed, his handsome face faintly flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, signaling his struggle to breathe comfortably.
She reached out and took Everett's hand.
Perhaps sensing her warmth, his eyes slowly opened. "Dorothy..." "Yeah, I'm here." "You can't leave without saying anything." Dorothy managed a bitter smile.
Even now, this was what he was holding onto!
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