The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 695

"No, Everett! That was my last shot. Do you want me to die?!"

She clutched at Everett's shirt collar with a manic desperation, biting down hard and pounding at him with her fists.

Everett didn't flinch, not so much as a furrow in his brow, as he let her vent her fury.

Gradually, Dorothy's strength ebbed away.

"Everett, my mom didn't do anything wrong. Why was she the one to get killed. It should have been me. Why didn't your mom just finish the job and take me out too. Everett, since you could erase the video, can you just erase me too? I'm so tired, I'm really just so tired."

Tears brimmed and spilled over, streaking down her cheeks.

Everett lifted a hand, gently wiping them away.

But the tears wouldn't stop, so he kept wiping them one by one, as if this simple act could make her stop crying.

"Dorothy, have you ever actually trusted me? You had your mind made up, didn't you? Ready to stand against me the moment you got the evidence, to raise your banner in defiance and cast me as your enemy."

Everett couldn't understand.

Why could he never earn Dorothy's trust.

"I—"

"Dorothy," Everett interrupted softly, "How many days left of your appointment with my dad?"

"Three days."

"Okay." He let out a sigh, stepping back to put some distance between them, "After these last three days, I'll let you go."

Everett had accepted it.

He couldn't hold on, or maybe he never really had a grip to begin with.

"But the video..."

He wanted to know how she would handle this situation, and he wanted to see where she would place him once the dust settled.

"You said Abigail and Langston wanted me to play with them, right? I should go."

Everett's voice was hoarse as he spoke, then turned to leave.

Dorothy reached out instinctively to grab his robe, but the silky fabric slipped right through her fingers.

Everett's silhouette was still tall and imposing, yet tinged with a profound loneliness.

Dorothy's phone continued to ring. It must be Byte 7, because his computer, just like Langston's, had crashed completely.

It was absurd, really. She had allowed herself to be swayed by the words of Byte 7, a person she hardly knew, to confront Everett.

Everett had every right to be heartbroken.