The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 827

Dorothy's body quivered, her voice muffled. "Just wait a bit longer. I'll give you an answer."

"Okay."

In the distance, Jeffrey shouted their way, "Hey, keep up! Karen's saying she's starving and fancies some barbecue!"

"Coming!" Dorothy hurriedly extracted herself from his embrace; her cheeks tinged with a bashful glow.

She was still not quite accustomed to public displays of affection with Everett, especially in front of friends—it always felt a bit off.

But he seemed so at ease with it, casually taking her hand as they walked forward together.

It kind of felt like that sweet, electrifying rush of young love.

The resort was sprawling, divided into several thematic areas, and they had only explored three spots when Karen, along with Abigail and Langston, began to complain about being tired.

Glancing at her watch, Dorothy knew it was almost nap time for the kids. Plus, Karen was already a bit of a sleepyhead, clearly just trying to power through.

"Should we head back for a rest? I'm beat, too."

Dorothy stepped up and gently lifted Abigail, who was fighting off sleep with every blink, into her arms.

Everett kept pace, lifting his son beside him. "Sounds good. Let's head back."

The consensus was unanimous, and Jeffrey secured a resort cart to take them back to their hotel accommodations.

Since the resort was newly opened, it was bustling with tourists.

As they got out of the cart, their little group attracted quite a few glances.

Dorothy instinctively shielded Abigail's face, quickening her pace.

Everett, ever the protector, was quick to follow, and in a swift move, he was inside Dorothy's room.

Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief; with Everett around, she could change clothes and organize her luggage without worry.

Everglow City was warmer than Eldorria City, so she could shed the long sleeves that were starting to stick uncomfortably to her skin.

After freshening up and reapplying her makeup, she was just stepping out of the bathroom when she saw Everett leaning casually against the door frame, watching her.

"Is Langston asleep?"

She hadn't noticed when he arrived or whether he had been watching her apply makeup, which made her a bit self-conscious.

Everett didn't answer her question but walked over, grasped her wrist, and pressed her between the cool bathroom tiles and his chest.

The chill from the tiles made Dorothy instinctively want to move away, only to find herself even closer to his body.

"Everett, what are you—mmhm!"