GoodReadEverett had been the one looking after the kids lately, so he had becquite the pro at soothing little ones.
Seeing Dorothy's furrowed brow, he reached over and smoothed it out forcefully.
"I'm not Abigail and Langston." "You're right; you're not." Everett chuckled. "Abigail and Langston are much more obedient than you are." Dorothy said nothing.
He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his photo album, and handed it over to her. "I've documented every day. I told them Mommy's sick and needs srest, so they won't be surprised if you cback to Bay Residence now." Taking the phone, Dorothy browsed through a few videos and then it hit her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"So, you never planned on giving up on me?" "Of course I've thought about it! Every tyou mademad, I thought, 'I'm never going to fall for this heartless woman again."" There was a hint of playful resentment in Everett's tone, a stark contrast to his handsface.
Dorothy couldn't help but laugh as her gaze returned to the videos.
Everett took great care of them. In the videos, he was always holding Abigail with Langston sitting beside him as he told them stories or read from a book.
It was so harmonious and adorable.
It was a family atmosphere Dorothy had never experienced before.
As a child, she often fantasized about having loving parents who would take her to and from school, where she could be daddy's little girl and share her school stories with her mom.
But those were dreams of her early elementary school years.
After middle school, she stopped dreaming, even wishing at times for Maxton to just pass away earlier. Perhaps her mother could finally let go and heal if he did.
As Dorothy scrolled, a notification popped up at the top of the screen. It noted a message from Quincy.
She hadn't meant to snoop. But the message was right there on the unlocked screen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm[Did you call me, Mr. Lopez? Is everything okay?] Everett had reached out to Quincy on his own? At least it seemed that way from the message.
Dorothy paused, then handed back the phone, "My IV's almost done. Can you ask the doctor to cand remove it?" Everett pocketed his phone and stood up. "Sure." Leaving the hospital, they stepped outside just as it began to rain.
Dorothy leaned against the car window, lost in thought as she watched the raindrops race each other down the glass. Everett didn't disturb her. He was focusing on his phone, typing.
Arriving at the hotel, Kevin opened he door for Dorothy. She get dut ind turned look at Everett, who vas still busy swiping on his screen. Since only his left hand could move and his right hand only served the purpose of holding the phone, he typed in a somewhat awkward manner and often pressed the wrong buttons. "Mr. Lopez, we're here," Kevin reminded him.
"Right," Everett said, finally looking up and pocketing his phone before following Dorothy into the hotel.
"You... planning to stay here too?" Once in the room, Dorothy saw Everett making no move to leave and asked, albeit hesitantly. "Yeah, I'll crash on the couch." He couldn't bear the thought of letting Dorothy out of his sight, not even for a second.
Seeing the tiredness in Everett's eyes, Dorothy's heart finallyet softened, "Don't sleep on the couch, the bed's big enough. I won't take up much space." "No, I shouldn't." Surprisingly, Everett declined.
Dorothy asked without thinking, "Why not?" "...Because you're not well."
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