The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 380

Kevin just watched her, as if trying to discern the truth in her words.

But the fact that she had shown up today meant she still cared about Everett.

Moreover, from their past interactions, Kevin believed she wasn't heartless.

"So, you're suggesting that Mr. Lopez's mother has been..."

"Kevin, without evidence, I can't say anything, and you shouldn't ask further! After I leave Eldorria City early tomorrow, I'll be leaving the country and never coming back. You don't have to worry about me causing any more trouble. Whether you believe it or not, all I want is for him to be happy."

Considering how earnest Everett was about love, he deserved a full-fledged relationship and happiness.

After saying that, Dorothy turned to leave.

Watching her retreating figure, Kevin suddenly shouted, "Ms. Sanchez!"

Dorothy paused and turned around, asking "What’s wrong?"

Kevin jogged to catch up with her, "Mr. Lopez got drunk today. I've been taking care of him."

"He was drinking?"

"Yes, I've never seen Mr. Lopez so drunk that he couldn't even stand up straight."

Upon hearing that he was drunk, Dorothy had only one thought in her mind.

"Kevin, I..."

"The door code is 0825, off you go. I may not know what's going on between you two, but I still believe you're not a bad person. Perhaps you're just in a dilemma."

Kevin could see the love in Dorothy's eyes, which was something she couldn't fake.

If they couldn't be together, then these fleeting moments of companionship were valuable for them.

Carefully making her way to Everett's bedroom, she opened the door and saw a pair of black slippers on the floor.

The man on the bed was asleep, but his eyebrows were knitted together and his lips were tightly pursed. It seemed this dream was not a pleasant one.

Dorothy walked over, softly touched his forehead, stroked his hair.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those harsh words. I'm sorry."

As if hearing someone speak, Everett stirred, turning from lying flat on his back to his side.

His silk pajamas slipped from his shoulder, revealing a patch of skin.

Dorothy instinctively looked over. The area that used to be marked with numbers had now healed and showed no sign of a tattoo, but next to it, there were a few barely noticeable bite marks.

They must have been there for some time, but still visible. They were deep bites that had taken a while to fade.