Female Novel
Chapter 856
Kenneth had finally found his groove, and Dorothy couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for him.
Deep down, she really hoped he’d stumble upon someone who'd be his perfect match.
Knowing that Karen was waiting, Dorothy decided to put off some non-urgent work until tomorrow.She hurried off to Jeffrey’s estate.
"Dorothy’s here! Jeffrey, go open the door for her." Karen’s voice boomed from inside, its strengthunaltered even by her pregnancy.
The sound of slippers shuffling closer preceded the opening of the door. There stood Jeffrey, clad incozy home wear, his hair a casual mess, holding a tiny pink garment in his hand.
"Dorothy! You're just in time. Take a look at these hideous baby clothes Jeffrey picked out. Why areguys so clueless when it comes to shopping?"
Dorothy glanced at Jeffrey’s expression, which bore no hint of offense – he seemed utterlyaccustomed to Karen’s ribbing – and she relaxed.
"Don't be too harsh on him. You might hurt his feelings."
"He won't mind," Karen quipped, though she continued showing each piece of clothing to Dorothywith evident excitement for her impending motherhood.
"Now that Dorothy’s here, should I get the kitchen to start on the fondue?" Jeffrey interjected, neatlyfolding the previously scattered clothes.
"Sure, go ahead!" Karen waved him off with the air of a duchess directing her butler.
Once Jeffrey was out of earshot, Dorothy whispered, "Don’t be too hard on him. Jeffrey’s beenpampered all his life, and here you are treating him like he's the help."
"He asked for it. I turned him down so many times, and he just wouldn’t have the breakup. What canI do?" Karen smirked, her hand resting naturally on her belly.
"Besides, I've got to train him now, so he's ready to take care of me and the baby when the timecomes."
Dorothy thought about it and had to agree. She was always the worrywart. If the couple was happywith their arrangement, who was she to judge?novelbin
"What about you?" asked Karen.
"Me? Just the usual grind at work, you know that."
Karen slapped her leg playfully. "I'm not asking about your job. I mean, you and..."
Dorothy hesitated, a wry smile on her lips. "No contact."
"Not at all?"
Dorothy nodded.
Everett hadn't even sent her videos of Abigail and Langston anymore.
Complete radio silence.
"Do you think Everett has really given up on you?" Karen asked, her lips pursed.
"Dorothy, what are you thinking? I mean, Jeffrey and Everett talk, but only about work. Wheneverthey chat off-topic, your name never comes up. I’ve even snooped on their messages – all
business."
"If he's given up, isn't that a good thing?"
"Good? Are you kidding? Everett’s stacked. He could snap his fingers and have a line of womenready to remarry. What then?"
Dorothy paused, her voice soft. "I’d wish him well."
Karen smacked her forehead without mercy. "Wish him well? So you'd be okay with some otherwoman becoming Abigail and Langston’s stepmom?"
"Karen, I pushed him away. More than once. He's under no obligation to wait for me."