The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 890

The unfolding of events had spiraled way beyond what Kevin had imagined. Even with his quick wit, he found himself flustered in the face of the unexpected.

"Ms. Sanchez, what on earth are you talking about?" Kevin stammered.

"Just tell me, did Everett put you up to this?" she pressed.

"I swear, that's not—"

"Then call him right now and put it on speaker," Dorothy cut him off.

Kevin gasped.

Dorothy’s hands clenched into fists, and that was the only way to keep her surging emotions at bay. Tears welled up before she could finish her sentence, threatening to roll down her cheeks.

Especially in front of Kevin, showing red, puffy eyes was just as humiliating as crying in front of Everett himself!

"I admit, it was wrong of me to call him from someone else's phone after a few drinks. I'm not trying to justify it. If he feels harassed, that's fair. I've got nothing to say. I'm truly sorry. But, for him to send you to spy on me, to interfere with my right to buy a bottle of wine—well, that's just overkill."

Kevin finally began to piece things together. He had been utterly baffled when the orders had come down from above, which was why his act had been so unconvincingly overdone.

Licking his cracked lips and coughing a few times, Kevin said, "I'm not spying on you, and I don't think Mr. Lopez meant it that way..."

"Then what did he mean?"

"Uh..."

Before Kevin could respond, Dorothy waved her hand dismissively and made her way to his office door, trying to maintain a calm tone, "Never mind. I don’t care what he meant now! I was the one who crossed the line first and disturbed him. It's my fault, and I have no right to blame anyone else. If he feels offended and wants to stop me from drinking to avoid further harassment, that's his prerogative. Tell him not to worry, if I, Dorothy, ever call him again, I'll—"

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The office door suddenly burst open from the outside, banging against the wall with a loud 'bang!'

In the next second, a tall and imposing figure filled her entire field of vision.

His interruption was abrupt, the usual stoic and cool features now barely holding itself.

The one lost for words now shifted from Kevin to Dorothy.

He...

Wasn't Everett supposed to be abroad?

"I set you free so you could focus on your lawsuit, on what you wanted to do, not so you could spend your days bar-hopping and flirting! Knowing full well I couldn't make it back from overseas, you still call me drunk in the middle of the night, expecting me to come get you. And now you have the audacity to turn it around on me?"

Dorothy blinked.

"If you want to drink at home, I've already tolerated the grocery store selling you those two cans, but you still had to go elsewhere. Do you have any idea how severe your stomach issues are?! Dorothy,

you're really something. Trying to drink yourself to death and make me regret it for the rest of my life, huh?!"

"I didn't mean to."

"I think you damn well did!" Even Everett, always the gentleman, was pushed to swear, "Speak up! You were so eloquent just a moment ago?"

Frustrated, he yanked at his tie so fiercely that the top button of his shirt popped off.

Dorothy's lips parted, but no words came out.

That was mainly because her mind was still in a state of shock.

If she wasn't standing so upright without the need to lean against the wall, Dorothy would have thought she was drunk and hallucinating.

"Dorothy, there's the liquor. Go drink it then," he said.

Dorothy was taken aback.

"Touch it, and I'll shut down that distillery. Try to buy alcohol anywhere, and I'll have that place closed. Go ahead, try me."

For the first time, Dorothy heard the grinding of his teeth as he spoke.