Chapter 511

Dorothy’s pupils contracted sharply, and she blurted out, “No way!”

“I have Abigail and Langston and that’s enough for me.”

He had never dared to hope that he could have children with Dorothy, let alone twins! Everett wanted

nothing more. Dorothy had no doubt about his sincerity indeed. But she was absolutely not okay with

what he was gonna do.

“Everett, you’ve got decades ahead of you. Let’s not make life–altering decisions too hastily.”

The future was too far off to fathom.

What if Everett fell for someone else down the line? He was outstanding and shining bright like the sun,

always the center of attention wherever he went. In the long years ahead, surely a perfect match would

appear for him. If they were stuck with a hasty decision made today and unable to have more children,

that would be a huge regret.

“Are you planning on having another one?” Everett asked with a casual arch of his brow, “I’m just

worried about the burden that’ll bring you.“.

“I didn’t mean me having another!”

“Then who else would I have a child with?” Everett’s tone shifted from teasing to a trace of irritation,

“Who are you trying to set me up with?”

It had been a long while since Dorothy had seen him angry. She looked down instinctively, her lips

muttering an attempt at an explanation, only to feel she had nothing to justify.

“If I could let go of you, why would I spend years trapping myself in place and enduring the suffering?”

Everett wanted to move on as well. Countless nights he had to rely on his memories of the past, just to

make it through to dawn. Countless times had he frantically searched Bay Residence for any trace of

Dorothy. The sheets she’d slept in, the pillow she’d used, the clothes she left behind, and the dishes

she’d used – Everett had carefully preserved them all.

It was as if Dorothy had never truly left with those items kept by him..

But Dorothy didn’t know any of this. That was why she could say such things.

“I’m sorry.” Dorothy’s voice was hoarse with apology, “I thought you were ready to start fresh when you

had the tattoo removed.”

When she saw the bite mark but no tattoo, she assumed that Everett had moved on. He just happened

to run into her again.

“I did want to start over because waiting for you was too painful,” Everett revealed his chest tattoo,

urging her to take a closer look, “I tried to get it removed, but I overestimated my own restraint. I

couldn’t handle not having this sequence of numbers on my skin, so I had it tattooed on again.”

Those numbers had been with Everett for over a decade. After having them removed, he couldn’t even

bear to look in the mirror while blow–drying his hair!

It was too unsettling that the feeling drove him mad.

As Dorothy’s gaze fixed on the tattoo, she could clearly see the signs of it being redone.

She couldn’t help but reach out and stroke the’slightly raised skin, struggling to imagine the turmoil of

having it removed and then redone.

“Getting a tattoo over the scarred skin must hurt more, right?”

“Not at all. Whether it was the first time or the second, I was just happy.”

It felt to him like she had come back.

Back into his body.

How could he not be happy?

“Everett,have you already got so puerile in middle school? Weren’t you afraid of your parents finding

out?” Back then, tattoos were a big taboo for students.

Getting caught by the school meant serious consequences.

“No one knew about it and you hadn’t said yes to me as well. So what was there to show off?”