The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

She felt that Everett was finally showing signs of moving on from his past relationship with Dorothy. It wasn't an overnight change, but a gradual shift where thoughts of her didn't consume him as much, making him less resistant to the idea of other women in his life.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Not quite."

Everett wasn't interested in her ramblings. Seeing an opportunity, he stood up. "I'm going to head to the restroom. Think about what you want to say, and let's try to wrap this up in one go. And don't trick me into another dinner; I won't be falling for that again."

Quincy nodded in agreement, "Sure."

As Everett walked away, Quincy's gaze lingered on the coffee he had ordered upon arriving.

Today was her only shot.

Chances were, if Everett didn't end up poisoned, he would never agree to meet her alone again.

Thank goodness for Jonathan Lopez playing matchmaker!

Quincy clenched her fist, then slowly pulled a small vial of liquid from her purse.

True to his word, Everett did head to the restroom, taking his time to wash his hands thoroughly before returning.

Seeing Quincy seated elegantly at the table, he knew the deed was probably done.

"Mr. Lopez, you're back."

"Yeah."

He rejoined her at the table, casually picking up his coffee and taking a sip without any hesitation.

Quincy's eyes followed his every move, a smile playing on her lips. "You really like their coffee here, Mr. Lopez?"

"I'm not here for small talk. If you've figured out what you want to say, then out with it."

He wasn't one to mince words.

Quincy had never faced such blunt rejection from Everett before; it was a new experience for her.

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point. I think we could give it a shot, getting to know each other. I'm not asking for you to accept me right away, but... why not try?" she proposed. en.swhovels.net

Everett paused, coffee cup in hand.

"Not interested."

"But aren't you over Dorothy now?"

"Don't presume to know what I'm thinking." Everett frowned but continued to drink his coffee without setting it down.

Quincy watched him finish the coffee, silently relieved that he had truly consumed it.

"I didn't mean to guess blindly. It's just that there hasn't been any news about you and Ms. Sanchez lately, and... theard she moved out of the place you two shared. So, I took a wild guess."

Everett's gaze dropped. The sunlight from outside the restaurant bathed his face, highlighting his striking features.

Even in a simple, reclined posture, he exuded an air of noble elegance.

"Quincy, are you so eager to marry me?"

"I suppose! My father would be pleased, and Jonathan has always been kind to me. Marrying you would seem like a good match."

"I remember you weren't so keen before."

"True, I wasn't, because I knew your

heart belonged to someone else. Quincy looked at Everett, her voice softening. "But now, Mr. Lopez... your heart is free, isn't it?"

Quincy had been observing for a long time before confirming her suspicions.

In matters of life and love, she treaded carefully with each step.

"Whether my heart is occupied is none of your concern."

"If Dorothy still had a place in your heart, why can't you just tell me?" Quincy stopped using formal titles for Dorothy, calling her by her first name instead.

She believed that Dorothy's role in Everett's life had concluded, leaving no room for her return.