Dorothy knew she should remind Everett that Bay Residence was his own home, and her coming along
didnât mean she was moving in.
But when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
Just once, she wanted to indulge herself and savor a moment of tenderness that belonged to another
woman..
âOkay, letâs go home.â
Perhaps because he was so tired the day before, for once, Everett didnât wake up at six.
When Dorothy opened her eyes, the man beside her was still asleep.
His hand was lightly draped over her waist, and his body was slightly tilted.
The occasional movement of the curtain allowed sunlight to spill onto his deep-set features, a sight so
beautiful that she couldnât take her eyes off.
If only she was the one he cared aboutâ¦.
That would be wonderful.
This thought suddenly sprouted out of nowhere. It startled Dorothy, so she quickly got out of bed.
She didnât know how she could have such thoughts.
Indeed, once people tasted sweetness, they would become greedy.
After washing her face with cold water, Dorothy discarded these thoughts and went to the kitchen to
make breakfast for Everett.
In both emotion and reason, she should thank him.
Just as the porridge started to boil, Everett woke up.
Still in his black silk robe, his messy hair made him less intimidating and more approachable.
She relaxed a bit and smiled at him. âBreakfast will be ready soon. How would you like your eggs?â
âMedium.â Everett didnât sit down like a boss. Instead, he helped her bring the toast out of the toaster.
When a sudden burst of steam scalded Dorothy, she let out a hiss and quickly held it back.
She didnât want to give Everett the impression that she couldnât do even a small thing like this right.
When the porridge was ready, Dorothy brought out two bowls, only to find that Everett was gone.
âMr. Lopez?â
âDonât you think thatâs too formal for home?â Everett appeared from somewhere, with a first-aid box in
his hand.
Dorothy was taken aback, and then she smiled. âItâs fine.â
In truth, she didnât know what else to call him besides Mr. Lopez.
âYou can call me Everett at home.â He strode over to Dorothy. âShow me your hand.â
After he examined her hand, Dorothy realized that the spot she scalded earlier had already blistered.
âIt might sting a little when I apply the ointment. Bear with it.â
Dorothy quickly shook her head, trying to pull her hand back. âItâs okay! Itâs just a minor burn.â
Back when she was working at a barbecue restaurant, she got burns like this all the time. She never
cared, even when they were worse.
âDorothy, can you behave?â
After saying this, he began treating her wound.
But Dorothy seemed to hear a hint of indulgence and helplessness in his voice.
No, no! She must have heard it wrong! Or maybe Everett was treating her as a substitute again. This
gentleness didnât belong to her.
This was the first time they had breakfast together.
Dorothy seemed a bit absent-minded because her mind was filled with thoughts on how to handle the
SinoSuccess Enterprises project
Although the person in charge had been taken to the police station, and she was the victim, this also
made the cooperation between the two companies more difficult. SinoSuccess Enterprises would
certainly give her a hard time in the future.
After finishing his meal, Everett wiped his lips elegantly while she was still frowning over the matter.
There was more than half of the porridge left in her bowl.
âSo, you really want to take on the SinoSuccess Enterprises project?â
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