The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 142

Dorothy pecked her head like a chick, murmuring a soft "uh-huh."

"Don't be mad." She noticed that Everett's handsome face seemed a bit stiff. She thought he was angry, so she quickly wanted to read the rest of the letter.

Suddenly, Everett's long fingers swept away the letter.

"I think it’s better you don’t read it."

"Why not?"

"No reason." He really couldn't bear to look at the stuff he wrote when he was young and inexperienced, let alone let Dorothy read it right under his nose.

Dorothy was left puzzled. One moment he was showing her the letter, and the next he was taking it away.

Suddenly, something occurred to her.

"You said the letter was for me; then why did you write 0825 on it? What does 0825 signify?"

What did this string of numbers have to do with her?

She always thought it represented Heather and that the letter was written to her.

"On the 25th of August next year, I'll tell you."

He wanted to tell her this year, but he missed the chance.

Dorothy felt like that was a bit too far away.

"I'm tired. Let's rest." Everett left the study at a brisk pace.

With her sharp eyes, Dorothy noticed that his ears had turned red.

Wait, that was not the main point. "Hey, don't leave me hanging!"

Everett didn't explain the meaning of 0825 to her, but that night, he was the most demanding he had ever been. He was sometimes ruthless and sometimes gentle.

She could barely hear his faint sighs behind her.

In a daze, Dorothy could still see the tattoo on his chest. She asked in a voice broken by passion, "Heather... when is her birthday?"

"How should I know?"

She sat down and looked at the breakfast Everett had carefully prepared with her mind still in a daze.

Did he mean that back in junior high, he already liked her? And all this 0825 stuff had to do with her, not Heather?

Every piece of this was making Dorothy feel like last night was some kind of hallucination.

She shook her head, trying to dispel all the things that were running through her mind.

Suddenly, the phone next to her rang.

She saw that it was a call from the hospital, and her heart unconsciously sank.

"Is this Ms. Sanchez? Something's wrong. Your mother is missing! She said she wanted to go for a walk in the hospital garden, and then she said she wanted to use the bathroom. The caregiver waited outside for a while, but when she didn't come out, they went in to check and found that she wasn't there!"

Dorothy's brain buzzed in shock. She jumped up from her chair, knocking into the corner of the table.

"I'll be right there! You guys should call the police!"

"We've already called the police. You better hurry."