GoodReadDorothy glanced at Everett, who had already shifted his gaze and was walking ahead, cradling their daughter in his arms.
She let her eyelashes flutter downwards for a brief moment before taking hold of her son's hand and hurrying to catch up.
Despite Everett having spent the majority of the day looking after the kids, Dorothy still found herself exhausted, dozing off on the car ride back home.
She had no recollection of how they got back to their room, but she was certain of one thing—Everett must have carried her.
When she woke up again, it was two in the morning.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she could hear the sound of Everett's steady breathing behind her.
He was sleeping deeply, lying there properly without a hand draped over her waist like before when he seemed to fear she would run away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSneaking her phone off the nightstand, Dorothy tiptoed to the couch before noticing an unread text message.
It was a flight confirmation from the airline: first-class seats from Swevia Country to Eldorria City, scheduled for the following afternoon.
It was the deadline she and Jonathan had set.
Instinctively, her eyes returned to Everett, lying on the bed. She knew he was the one who booked the flight.
He had said, "After these three days, I'll let you go." Everett never lied to her, and this time was no different.
Dorothy bit her lower lip hard, trying to keep her emotions from spilling out.
With Everett handing over the USB stick with the video intact was more than enough; it would be unfair to expect anything more from him.
After all, Everett was facing his own struggles with his birth mother, and Dorothy was well aware of how difficult his situation was.
Fearing she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears, Dorothy decided to leave the room.
But as her hand touched the doorknob, she felt a warm palm grip her arm.
Surprised, she looked up into Everett's eyes.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dorothy hadn't expected him to wake up; he had seemed so soundly asleep just moments ago.
"]...I was just going to check on the kids." "Dorothy, you're not very good at lying." Even in the unlit room, his eyes seemed to accurately pin her under the sparse moonlight.
It wasn't that Dorothy intended to lie; she just couldn't tell him she was planning to go out and cry.
In the end, she stuttered without offering any reasonable explanation.
Suddenly, Everett's arms tightened, pulling her firmly into his embrace.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore Dorothy could utter a word, his lips had already begun their conquest.
Today's Everett was entirely different from before.
He picked Dorothy up as if possessed, tossing her onto the bed.
"Everett..." "Shut up, | don't want to hear you talk." His kisses never ceased, as if intentionally sealing her mouth, regardless of whether she was close to suffocation.
At first, Dorothy struggled instinctively because this version of Everett scared her.
But gradually, her arms wrapped around his waist, silently consenting to his every impulsive action.
Together, they sank into a fervent, drenched mess, her insistent whimpers mingling with his sweat, as if to strip away all his reason and keep her trapped forever.
After what felt like an eternity of tumultuous passion, with Dorothy being manipulated beneath and atop him, she finally felt a gentle nibble on her earlobe and a low growl that signaled release. Then, all was calm, save for their breathing.
"Everett, | want to take a shower." After a while, she gently pushed against the weight above her.
But Everett tightened his grip on her waist, rolling over and pinning her against his chest.
"Wait." There was still plenty of time before dawn.
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