âAlright.â
She couldnât tell if he was drunk or not. If he was, he still managed to pick her up and carry her to the
bedroom. If he wasnât, his hasty actions were so unlike the usually composed and almost cold Everett.
Dorothy felt like she was the one who had been drinking. Her head began spinning. Time seemed to
stretch out, and even the ceiling light seemed to sway with her.
Eventually, she couldnât take it anymore, and her gaze landed on the tattoo on his collarbone. She bit
down hard.
Feeling the pain, Everett finally stopped.
âIâm sorry, Iâ¦â
âMr. Lopez⦠can this be the last time for today?â Her voice was husky, and her tone was almost
pleading.
Everett didnât respond, but after they finished, he got up to head to the bathroom.
Dorothy thought she had found Everettâs pause button. She had bitten his tattoo in desperation, trying
to remind him of his loved one.
And it worked.
He let her off the hook.
While Everett was in the shower, Dorothy quickly got dressed and grabbed her laptop.
As soon as he emerged in a black robe, she immediately asked, âIâm going to do some due diligence
on the SinoSuccess Enterprises project. Iâll talk to their head tomorrow. Iâve already rewritten the
contract, emphasizing the breach clauses. Can you take a look?â
With her formal tone, she sounded like a secretary who had followed her boss home.
Everett raised an eyebrow as his hand absently rubbed his still-damp hair. âWerenât you saying you
were tired?â
Dorothy caught his meaning and blushed. âIL
âDinner will be delivered soon.â
âWhat?â
âEat while we talk.â
Dorothy was puzzled as she watched his retreating figure.
He had just gone out for a social event, so why was he having dinner delivered?
But it worked out well. She hadnât eaten dinner yet.
In the dining room, the assistant had brought seafood and other delicacies. Just from the display,
Dorothy knew it was out of her price
range
âGo ahead. Thereâs no garlic.â Everett gestured for her to start eating while he began to peel a crab.
She hadnât noticed before, but his hands were quite handsome, and all his fingers were elegantly
slender.
This guy seemed to have no flaws.
âMr. Lopez, you donât eat garlic either?â
Everettâs attention was on the crab in his hand. It took him a few seconds to hum in response.
Dorothy was really hungry, and since he had offered the food, it would be awkward to refuse.
After eating for a while, she realized that all the crab meat Everett had peeled ended up in her bowl.
âMr. Lopez?â
âJust eat.â Everett clearly didnât plan on answering her question. His voice was soft and warm. âIn
situations like this, you canât rely solely on the contract. If you want to cover the promised investment
with actual cash, there are many other solutions. You could negotiate with a third party to make up the
difference, or you could apply to the parent company for a loan. This way, the project could potentially
restart.â
Dorothyâs eyes lit up. She immediately put down her cutlery to write the application.
But her wrist was caught by Everett. After looking up, she met his narrow, clear eyes. The intensity in
his gaze was growing, making it almost too hot to hold his gaze.
âYou still have this much energy?â
Dorothy opened her mouth in surprise. âI said that was the last time for today.â
âI didnât agree
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