GoodReadJust in time, his assistant brought dinner.
He only messed with Dorothy once, then let her be.
But he still drained most of her energy. Even eating required him to carry her to the dining room.
Before sleeping, Everett propped himself up on the bedhead and read a book.
Facing his deep profile, Dorothy wanted to ask about Heather several times, but in the end, she stayed silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe glanced at her phone. The day after the next day would have been the 25th of August.
Everett should not be returning to Bay Residence that day, which was also the deadline her mother had given her.
The next day, Dorothy got busy the moment she arrived at the office.
Kevin still had a few big projects in his hands, and he couldn't focus solely on Social Networking Service, so he handed over almost everything else to Dorothy.
It was almost noon when she finally lifted her head from a pile of files and documents, found a staircase and called Karen.
"By tomorrow, at the latest, | need a guy to accompany me to see my mom." "Huh?" Karen was obviously taken aback, "I tried to find someone for you, but he said he can only do it next week, can't you wait a bit longer?" "My mom said | have to bring someone to see her within three days, or she will be discharged from the hospital.” If possible, Dorothy would have preferred to push the deadline back. It would have been best if it was pushed back so far that her mother forgot about it.
"Your mom really knows how to squeeze you." Karen clicked her tongue, "What to do? I'll try to communicate with my friend again. Don't worry for now." After hanging up, Dorothy returned to her office and saw a message from Everett.
[The hospital said your mother wants to postpone the operation.] She quickly replied the message.
[No need to postpone! I'll handle the matter. Thanks for your concern.] She knew her mother was giving her a veiled warning because she probably thought Dorothy wouldn't be bringing anyone.
Dorothy sighed. The thought of Bella made her feel dispirited and frustrated but mostly helpless.
[Do you need my help?] Everett's message came again.
She pulled a wry smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe would have loved to type, “Yes. | need to take you to the ward to see my mom, be scolded and threatened. Can you take it?” But she sighed and replied, "No, she's just throwing a tantrum over a small matter. I'll talk to her. She's just a bit scared of the surgery.” She exited the chat and sent her mother a text.
[Tomorrow I'll definitely bring someone over. Don't make a fuss about postponing the surgery. It's hard to gather all the specialists.] She had said her piece but Karen didn't reply even by the end of the workday.
With a heavy heart, Dorothy returned to Bay Residence. She couldn't concentrate on the documents on her computer at all. Her mind was full of that matter! It was not like she could have conjured up a man out of thin air to accompany her the next day.
Perhaps sensing Dorothy's restlessness, Everett returned to the bedroom after finishing his work. His tall figure stood beside her, exuding an overwhelming presence.
"What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just a little headache from reading contracts.” "You can deal with it tomorrow." Everett forcefully shut down her computer, then lay down on the bed.
After some intimate moments, he got up to take a bath.
Suddenly, he paused at the bathroom door, "Tomorrow, | have an important matter.” Dorothy could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers, the next second it was as if she was thrown directly into a freezer.
"Oh..." She knew that it was Heather's birthday.
"Don't come back before 10 p.m. tomorrow. Go to your mother first.”
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