GoodReadKevin gripped the steering wheel, his thoughts spinning in circles. How on earth did Mr. Lopez figure it out? "Mr. Lopez, I..." "You're wondering how | knew it was you who told Dorothy." "Yeah, that's right." Kevin's response was straightforward and honest.
Everett tugged at his lips, a bitterness in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide.
"She wouldn't call me up just to ask how the kids are doing." Knowing Dorothy, she would never make the call, not even if the sky were falling down.
Everett didn't want to understand Dorothy so well; it would've been easier to lie to himself, to believe that she truly cared, that she couldn't let go.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut what could he do? Lying to himself was the hardest part.
"Ms. Sanchez still cares about you a lot!" "But | want more than just care.” What he yearned for was love, unconditional trust, a complete surrender.
She couldn't give it.
"Alas! Mr. Lopez, why don't you sit down with Ms. Sanchez for a heart-to-heart? You're so perceptive. You've got to see that she's not entirely indifferent to you!" "l used to think that would be enough. If only... my mother's situation hadn't come up." He had thought about it, not to hope for much, just to have Dorothy by his side.
Those days in Swevia Country, recuperating, were the happiest times for Everett! Waking up every morning to see her curled up like a kitten in his arms.
She was there when he looked up, within reach when he reached out.
But when he learned the whole truth, he realized how torturous it was for Dorothy to be by his side when he was happy to have her there.
She had to suppress the guilt she felt towards her mother, to convince herself to put aside the hatred for her mother's killer, to stay beside the son of that very culprit! Everett knew how important Dorothy's mother was to her.
She had been working hard since she was young, never missing an opportunity to earn money, all to pay for her mother's treatment.
Even when he planned to have Dorothy, to marry her, she was using her mother's illness as a pretext.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf it weren't for raising money for her mother's medical bills, she would never have married him.
And the one who indirectly caused her mother's death was himself! How absurd.
When engrossed in work, Dorothy often lost track of time.
In this, she was a bit like Everett.
It wasn't until Kenneth's call came through that she suddenly remembered she had promised to celebrate his birthday that evening.
"Dorothy, | got the birthday cake you ordered! Thanks, I'm really grateful you can make it to my birthday. That's enough for me." "I can't show up to a dinner empty-handed." Dorothy chuckled. "I've got a bit to finish up, and then I'll head over. Send me the address of the restaurant, will you?" "I'm right outside the Lopez Corporation building. I'll wait for you." Dorothy paused, surprised, "You're here already?" "Yeah! That restaurant's a bit tricky to find. | thought I'd pick you up on the way since I'm nearby." Dorothy hesitated, feeling it wasn't quite right.
But Kenneth quickly added, "Karen and that Jeffrey are already at the restaurant. Finish up and come down quick. We should head over soon! I've got to grill Jeffrey today, see what his deal is." "Alright, wait for me then!" Dorothy hung up, tidied her desk, grabbed her bag, and headed downstairs.
Sure enough, she could see Kenneth's car parked across the street from the Lopez Corporation building.
"Over here, Dorothy!"
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