Uh?â
Quincy was about to ask what being a clean freak had to do with anything when she caught sight of her
own hands and instantly got it. She tugged awkwardly at her lip. âSorry, my bad.â
She watched as Everett Lopez moved steadily forward, refusing to be assisted or to lean against the
wall. His back remained ramrod straight as if bending was simply not an option.
Quincy knew all too well that Everett must be in agony. The trembling that barely perceptible in his
silhouette was telltale. Heâd been stabbed clean through with wounds both in the front and back, and
his flesh and blood were indistinguishable when he was sent to hospital.
She recalled the first moments of taking charge of Everett. When he barely regained consciousness,
his lips were moving. At first, Quincy thought he was moaning due to the pain and tried to comfort him
for multiple times. But as she listened closely, he was actually calling out for Dorothy.
Sighing softly, Quincy felt a sudden, intense envy toward Dorothy.
âIf only I could be loved like that.â she mused.
Dorothy was still asleep when Everett returned to his hospital room.
He gazed at the small, huddled form on the bed, and his lips curled into a persistent smile.
He admitted to himself that he had put her through quite an ordeal.
Not wishing to disturb her rest, Everett picked up a chair and sat down beside the bed. He was content
just to watch her sleep.
As he watched, the smile in his eyes deepened.
Honestly, he felt a bit like a creep!
But who could understand?
It was the thrill and elation of finally holding the moon he had longed for since his youth.
He had never imagined she could grow fond of him, let alone love. But now, with her lying next to him
and willing to do anything for him, Everett feared this was just a dream.
He worried that maybe heâd died from the stab wound inflicted by Heather, and all these were illusory.
Everett reached out and tentatively touched her arm that was placed near her cheek, then her
eyebrows, her hair, wishing time could just stop right there.
He didnât know how long it has been before he heard a knock at the door.
Everett frowned involuntarily and glanced at the door monitor. Seeing it was Jeffrey, he pressed the
remote to unlock the door.
Jeffrey had intended to come by and share some gripes about Karen. But upon entering, he saw
Dorothy sleeping soundly, and Everett, pale but looking lively, and he immediately got the picture.
âStep outside to talk?â
He gestured toward the small sitting chamber within the room.
Everett nodded. He pulled the covers up over Dorothy before he left.
As the door shut behind them, Jeffreyâs immediately started to scoff. âEverett, arenât you indulging a bit
much? Look at what youâve done to Dorothy. How longâs she been sleeping?â
Everett never liked to discuss personal matters with others. To be precise, doing so freely in front of
Dorothy was a recent hurdle heâd overcome.
âWhat do you want?â
âWhyâs your face all red?â Jeffrey wasnât going to miss an opportunity to rib Everett. He pointed at his
flushed ears while laughing uproariously, âDid I hit a nerve? How many times, huh?â
Everett furrowed his brow and tried to mask his embarrassment. âWhat do you really want?â
âChanging the subject with me, huh?â Jeffrey smirked, âCome on, Iâm a guy, and I get it! Your buddy
hereâs been pent up for long too. If you bring me a woman with a fine figure and pretty face right now,
sheâd probably end up just like Dorothy!â
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