The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Felicity was lost in a sea of confusion as she listened to him. But from the urgency in his voice, she could tell the situation was serious. After thinking it over, she finally asked, "You and Ms. Sanchez, you caught the same bug?"

Miles let out a resigned chuckle and ruffled Felicity's hair. "You're running a fever. Just go back to bed and rest."

"Anything you feel like eating? I can pick it up for you on my way back."

"No," she shook her head, "I've lost my appetite. It's not just me being polite."

"Alright, I understand."

Miles drove off, picking up some candied fruits and all of Felicity's favorite snacks from before.

He also filled her fridge with fruits and vegetables. It was too empty; a clear sign she hadn't been eating well and was just getting by.

When he got back, the room was silent.noveldrama

Miles quietly pushed open the door to find her asleep. She was still sick, her breathing heavy and her brows furrowed.

He reached out to check her forehead, which was still hot.

Perhaps it was the coolness of his hand, having just come in from outside, but Felicity found comfort in it and, in her sleep, nestled her hand into his palm. It was so small, he could easily enclose it completely. Finally, a smile appeared on Miles' face. It was a rare sight these days.

...

In the guest room, Everett was uncomfortable in every possible way.

When had he ever had to stay in someone else's guest room?

He'd rather be in a hotel!

"Just bear with it. We're here for Langston and Felicity, not on vacation," Dorothy told him, knowing her husband's quirks all too well after so many years of marriage.

"I feel so cramped showering here," he complained, glancing at the bathroom door.

The guest room was definitely smaller, and so was the bathroom, lacking even a bathtub.

As Dorothy folded clothes, she straightened up and approached Everett, clearing her throat, "Well, if

you're that uncomfortable Stay at

a hotel."

"And leave you here?"

"Me? I'll stay. Once the herbalist comes through, I'll head back."

With that, what more could Everett say?

He rubbed his temples, taking the half-folded clothes from Dorothy. "Looks like Langston owes me one. You, as his mother, will have to pay it back!"

"Honey," Everett leaned in with a

smirk, "The small bed has its perks. You won't have anywhere to escape to at night. You'll have to stay in my

arms." ne

Dorothy rolled her eyes at him, "You finish up here. I'm going to check on the others. Langston and Felicity should be around."

Stepping out, she saw Miles coming from Felicity's bedroom.

Lowering her voice instinctively, she asked, "How is she?" "Febrile again, just took some medicine and fell asleep."

"Then, please, take good care of Felicity," she approached her son, her voice soft, "No matter what happens between you two, Felicity will always be your sister. Even if... your father and I are wrong, gur families' relationship shouldn't change!"

"I know."

Miles' gaze inadvertently drifted back towards Felicity's bedroom. "She'll always be the one I cherish the most."

Yet, if all their suspicions were wrong...

Someday, Felicity would marry, whether it be Calvin or someone else, and it wouldn't be him.

What role would he play in her life then?