Female Novel
Chapter 430
Chapter 430
The phrase was so eas ly misconstrued, it was almost comical.
Dorothy’s eyes suddenly filled with caution, and Everett’s voice softened, shedding his wild personaand reverting back to his usual Suave self.
“Just for dinner.”
“And you’ll take me to see Byte 7 after?”
“Yes.”
Dorothy didn’t have much of a choice at this point.
She crossed the street and approached Kenneth’s car, tapping lightly on the window.
Before she could speak, Kenneth blurted out in panic, “Dorothy, I can’t get a hold of Byle 7 anymore!”
“Everett look him.”
“Then Ill go find Everett!”
Dorothy quickly intervened, “He’s on edge right now; don’t provoke him! Going head to head withEverett is not a smart move. You should head back for now, and I handle him,”
“Are you asking me to leave you alone with Everett? Just a moment ago, he was..
“Kenneth, I’m so close to the truth! I can’t afford any mishapsnovelbin
“But if Everett discovers the true reason behind your search for Byte 7, he might intercept anyevidence! Are you counting on him choosing you over his parents?”
Of course not.
Even Dorothy understood Everett would protect his parents first and foremost. His mother wasseriously ill; sending her to prison would be like a death sentence.
“That’s why I need to placate Everett, to find a chance to contact Byte 7 alone, out of his watchful eye! Ifear we might never get this opportunity again.”
Her rationale was always persuasive, leaving Kenneth at a loss for words.
“Dorothy, I’m worried he might force you!”
“He said it’s just to have dinner with him.”
“Do you believe him?”
Dorothy nodded, “I do. He’s never lied to me.”
As Kenneth’s car drove away and out of sight, Dorothy turned back around,
Everett was still there, waiting, but now with a lit cigarette in his hand.
The slap mark on his face had faded somewhat, and the blood on his lips had clotted. His usuallyimmaculate hair was slightly disheveled, a departure from his cool, aloof Mr. Lopez persona.
Everett had taken off his suit jacket, casually draping it over his arm. Even in this somewhat raggedstate, he carried the air of a privileged aristocrat.
His gaze had never left Dorothy, tracking her as
king her as she walked to Kenneth’s car and back again. His lips curved slightly, reopening the freshwound, and blood seeped out once more.
“Ler’s go.” Dorothy kept her head down, trying not to let him read her thoughts, but after a few steps,she couldn’t resist pulling out a tissue from her bag and offering it to him. “Wipe it off.”
Everett chuckled, casually wiping his lip with his finger, “No need. I was hoping you’d bite harder.”
He wished the wound would last a bit longer, savoring the memory of today’s kiss.
“Are you sick or something?”
His eyes lowered, “Perhaps I do need to see a doctor”
He was afflicted with a severe case of lovesickness.
Dorothy was at a loss for words, “Everett, don’t think playing the martyr will stop me from holding youaccountable! If you try anything……… with me again, I bite you just as hard”
Everett paused with the cigarette dangling from his hand and looked up. His captivating gaze appearedalmost as if it intended to swallow her whole.
“Really?”