Chapter 72

Dorothy blinked at the man in front of her, almost convinced she was dreaming.

Shouldn’t he have been at Heather’s side, keeping a sleepless vigil after her surgery?

“Another friend is there. No need for me.” Everett shrugged casually, shedding his suit jacket.

Dorothy blinked again. “A guy?”

“Huh?”

“Your other friend. Is he a guy?”

Everett nodded. “Yeah. He’s actually better at taking care of Heather.”

Well, that explained a lot!

Dorothy had been puzzling over what kind of colassal misunderstanding stood between Everett and

Heather. Two people so clearly in love yet obstinately not together.

Then it all made sense. A third wheel was in the picture.

Everett, being the reticent and tight–lipped type, was probably no match for that other guy’s

attentiveness and charm. That explained Heather’s indecision.

No wonder he was always trying to use Dorothy in make Heather jealous.

“Have you eaten yet?‘

Everell was oblivious to Dorothy’s analysis. His first concem was always whether she was hungry or

not.

“No, I’m on a diet.” Dorothy genuinely had no appetite.

“No can do. Eat less at night. I have my assistant send something over.” His words always had a

compelling force to them that made it hard to mfuse.

It’s as if he was bom a leader and others were just meant to follow his command.

Dorothy got up and watched as he took some fruit cut of the refrigerator, washed them, and put them in

front of het He picked out the biggest reddest strawberry and handed it to her

This was specially brought back for you.”

Dorothy took it, puzzled. “How did you know I like strawbemes?”

She did, but she had not specifically bought them for a long time. Come to think of it, it had been over a

year

“That time in middle school when you ate them all during lunch break.”

Middle school?

With his reminder, Dorothy suddenly remembered the first time she ate strawberries in her life was

indeed in middle school!

She vaguely remembered a classmate being rather generous, giving each student a box of

strawberries, and she got to taste such fruit

“You even remember that?” She said, taking a b

It was very sweet

He just smiled and didn’t say anything, holding another strawberry in his slender hard, ready to hand it

over at any time.

Of course, Everett didn forget. Because that “ger erous” classmate was him.

They were learning the word “strawberry” in English class, and as her deskmate, he accidentally

noticed Dorothy staring at the strawberry illustration in the textbook for a long time.

Everett knew that if he only bought for her, Dorothy would have definitely refused. So, he used the prize

money he won from a competition, contacted a fruit farm, and sent one box to each of his classmates

in the name of the class president.

“Why arent you eating? Dorothy glanced at him and picked a strawberry to his mouth. It’s really sweet”

He didn’t refuse, opened his mouth to take a bite, and accidentally bit her fingertip.

Like being electrocuted, Dorothy quickly withdrew her hand, her chooks flushing comson.

Having been around the block, she knew well enough what to do under such circumstances.

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Everett gently ted her in a princess carry and headed for the bedroom. He planted a kiss on the comer

of Dorothy’s mouth, lingering until she was almost breathless. Her face flushed as red as strawberry

pulp.

“Hmmm, it is sweet.”