The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 912

Since Dorothy cut herself, several days had passed, yet the wound hadn't healed. The slightest brush of clothing against it caused her pain, suggesting it was probably inflamed, maybe even infected.

"No need, I can take care of it myself."

Dorothy immediately refused, even taking a step back, a hint of wariness in her movements.

Seeing her like this, Everett quickly spoke up to soothe her, "Alright, I won't touch your wound. How about I get you some medicine, and you can apply it yourself?"

"I don't need to put anything on it."

"Come on," he said, frowning slightly. "You need to work with me if you want to get better sooner."

Dorothy clearly didn't want to compromise or get too close, struggling to find a way to reject his offer without offending him.

Everett sighed deeply, then stepped forward to take her hand, patting her head as if she were a child. "Hey, relax. I'll lay everything you want at your feet. So, just take it easy, and trust me, okay?"

She tensed up, trying to pull her hand away.

But Dorothy pulled, and Everett pulled back harder.

"So, you don't trust me, is that it? Fine, you don't have to trust me. Keep seeing me as the enemy if you want!"

"Everett, your father said if I don't drop the lawsuit, he'd arrange for Dr. Quincy to marry you."

Everett was taken aback as he asked, "Is that what this is about?"

"Not entirely."

"They tried to get me to marry Heather, and I didn't, did I? Who I want to marry... don't you know that by now?"

Dorothy frowned. "But I don't want to drop the lawsuit."

"You don't have to listen to them. Just listen to me, okay?" Everett said, looking at her worn-out state, his mind clear of anything but concern for her well-being.

He just wanted her to be healthy.

He wanted her to be as vibrant and determined as she was when they first met at the Prosperity Consortium, fighting passionately for her projects, brainstorming tirelessly to seal a deal.

Listening to their playful banter, Dorothy suddenly felt the warmth of everyday life seeping in.

"Dorothy, let's meet up, okay? I miss you!"

Karen suddenly suggested.

"No..."

Before Dorothy could get another word out, Karen started to wheedle, "Come on, let's just have dinner together! Please, I'm begging you. I'm going stir-crazy at home, and you never text or miss me!"

Dorothy didn’t know how to reply.

"Come out with us! Jeffrey and I will pick you up!"

Just as Dorothy was about to respond, Everett beat her to it.

"No need to pick her up. I'll drive her there."