The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everett's foresight was always impeccably thorough.

With him by her side, Dorothy didn't need to fret over anything; he had everything under control.

"Wouldn't this harm The Lopez Corporation's interests?"

"I've made enough money."

That was it a statement so compelling that Dorothy found herself at a loss for words. And indeed, it made perfect sense, leaving no room for rebuttal.

He truly, was not short on money.

Dorothy noticed Everett's gaze resting on her belly, steady and contemplative.

Softly, she asked, "Do you hope for a boy or a girl?"

Dorothy had somewhat expected Everett to instantly say a girl, given his adoration for their daughter, Abigail. He seemed to wish for nothing more than to keep her forever close, showering her with affection, unlike their son, Langston, who didn't receive quite the same level of coddling.

He supported Langston, sure, but it was mostly in his interests and hobbies.

However, after a moment of thought, Everett surprised her by saying he hoped for a boy.

"Why?"

"Ever since you mentioned wanting another child, I've done some research on pregnancy. I think being a woman is incredibly tough, especially with the risks and physical toll of childbirth. Men don't have to face that risk." So he wished for a boy.

In this matter, as a father, he simply wanted his child to be safe and sound, without any great risks involved.

Dorothy had not expected such reasoning.

"Everett, are you overthinking this? You're almost traumatized."

Who would have thought the CEO of The Lopez Corporation, in his private moments, could be such a worrywart! He had considered every possible scenario that could lead to losing his wife or child, and was figuring out how to prevent them.

"If I am, then so be it. Being cautious

helps me stay alert," he said,

caressing Dorothy's hand

repeatedly. "As long as I don't lose you or the kids, nothing else matters."

Dorothy understood him.

After all they'd been through, it was natural to harbor such fears. He was human, after all, and naturally afraid.

...

Without her assistant Perdita, Dorothy's workload had inevitably increased.

She dared not tell Everett, for she knew he would immediately send someone from The Lopez Corporation to assist her.

After a morning meeting, as she was leaving the conference room, Nyssa caught up with her.

"Ms. Sanchez!"

"Yes?" Dorothy paused, offering her a smile, "What's up?"

a bit embarrassed at

Nyssa seemed a

first, then lowered her head, "After yesterday's incident, you didn't come back to the office, and I didn't get a chance to apologize! Because of me trying to protect you, that Perdita..."

"Ah, so that's what this is about." Dorothy raised her hand to pat her shoulder, "Why should you

apologize? I should be thanking you! Having the courage to speak up shows you truly consider Trust-E your home. I appreciate your trust.

And protecting you, that's trust.

responsibility."

If Nyssa had been hurt, Dorothy would have felt terribly guilty.

After all, she wasn't directly involved.

"Ms. Sanchez, following you was the wisest decision of my life!" Nyssa said earnestly, not just to flatter.

Dorothy blushed slightly at the direct compliment.

"The project depends on you; you're going to be busy."

"Not at all! The new assistant is incredibly efficient; she organized everything! I've checked, and there are no issues." New assistant?

Dorothy was momentarily taken aback, "When did they start?"