The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 880

Everyone knew those truths.

But Kenneth couldn't bear the thought that he might fade from her world.

After a prolonged silence, his voice was tender, “I’m sorry, Dorothy. I’ve been a burden for too long, right.”

“You don’t have to put yourself down like that,” she replied. “I just hope that someone as good-hearted as you will get the happy ending you deserve.”

“Yeah, I will. I’m going to spend some more time with Eleanor and then I’m going to propose,” Kenneth said, his gaze fixed on her, never allowing his tumult of emotions to spill into harsh words. He always honored all her wishes. “Would you come to the wedding?” he asked.

“I might. If I'm around, I'll be there.”

He nodded, “Okay.”

After he left the cemetery, Dorothy lingered a while longer, speaking softly to her mother’s gravestone, “I’ll come back on the day of the verdict.”

Descending the hill, Dorothy didn't hail a taxi back to her apartment. Instead, she headed straight to the supermarket. She needed a drink.

The court session wasn't until the next afternoon, so even if she got wasted tonight, it wouldn't mess with anything.

Without a drink, she’d face another sleepless night. It would be unbearable watching the clock tick towards dawn.

But after aimlessly wandering the supermarket aisles, Dorothy left empty-handed. She then grabbed a cab and made a beeline for the local bar.

If she was going to drown her sorrows, she might as well do it surrounded by others looking to do the same. It made her feel less conspicuous.

As soon as she walked in, Dorothy caught the eye of a lot of men. She didn't look like your typical club-goer, but that didn’t matter. Her innocent yet alluring face and slender figure exuded a challenging aura.

Men are drawn to challenges, after all.

“Miss, may I have the pleasure of buying you a drink?”

The first suitor approached swiftly, not-so-subtly flashing his exclusive credit card.

The young man had never encountered such a situation before. He smiled and found it amusing.

“I wouldn't dream of taking your money just for lending out my phone. But... after I lend you my phone, could you give me your number?”

“No.” Her reply was blunt.

Surprisingly, he grinned at her candor, “I like your straightforward rejection. Here, use my phone all you want.”

Dorothy took it, dialing the familiar sequence of numbers.

This time, the call connected immediately – that confirmed her number had been blocked.

A deep male voice answered promptly, “Hello, who is this?”

“Everett... I'm drunk again. Why haven’t you shown up yet…”