The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 904

"If you wish it to be real, it's real. If you think it's a dream, then it's just a dream."

Everett reached out his surgically repaired hand, slowly extending it forward.

Dorothy, afraid of hurting him, merely touched his fingers, but he insisted on grabbing her hand!

Soon, signs of blood seeping through became evident!

"Everett, let go! Have you lost your mind? Your hand just underwent surgery; you can't exert force like this!"

Now, the mere sight of red triggered Dorothy, and she turned to look for a doctor.

Because of a tendon injury, his hand was weak, but Everett grabbed her with his other hand, refusing to let go.

"Then don't leave."

"I won't leave, I promise I won't!" Dorothy was genuinely scared; she hurriedly cradled his hand, looking at it under the dim light of the hospital room, her eyes welling up, "Everett, I really don't deserve you to do this... I've lost all attachment to this world. Life has been so exhausting."

Everett looked at her weakly, his eyes not blinking.

"What about me, Abigail, and Langston? You don't care for us?"

"I know you'll take good care of them."

"And what about me?"

Everett had asked Dorothy "And what about me?" many times, and each time, she failed to give him the answer he hoped for.

This time was no different.

"Without me, you'll have a broader horizon, a soulmate who resonates more with you! Everett, we were a mistake from the start. The fault isn't yours; it's mine. I can't go on."

Every day was a mental torment. The sleepless nights, every minute and every second brought her to the brink of collapse!

"I promised you justice for your mother's case... trust me this once." He never forgot his promise.

After a moment, Everett suddenly managed a self-mocking smile.

"You think I took that stab for my mother."

"What else?"

"Do you realize, if you had actually killed someone that day, everything would have been over?"

Dorothy was shocked, finally understanding. "So you were afraid I would…"

"Of course, I was!" Everett felt a bitter sweetness in his throat, making it hard for him to breathe, "If the person your knife had hit wasn't me, you'd be in jail right now, not here in the hospital. Dorothy, how good do I have to be to you, for you to trust that I'm always on your side, no matter what?"

The sarcasm in Everett's smile deepened as he asked, "Tell me, can no one really enter your heart?"

"I'm sorry, I—"

He interrupted her coldly, "Answer my question! Can I ever have a place in your heart? If I can't, for the rest of my life, then just pity me now and tell me, so I can brace myself for it."