chapter105

Dorothy was spacing out for a second, and in her distraction, she accidentally pressed a bit too hard...

People usually applied medicine to heal wounds, but her clumsiness somehow made Everett’s almost-healed wound bleed again!

“You’re bleeding! I’ll go get the doctor!” Dorothy was about to dash off, panicked, but Everett grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward him.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice calm despite the mishap.

“You’re not fine! Your wound has reopened! I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean it!” She felt like a child who had done something terribly wrong, pacing back and forth in a state of frantic worry.

Everett gave a helpless smile; he just couldn’t handle her sometimes. “It’s just a small scratch, Dorothy. No big deal.”

“But...”

“You haven’t had dinner yet, right? I’ll ask room service to send something up.” He interrupted her gently, then followed with a slightly awkward cough. “Go take a shower first.”

Dorothy suddenly realized how close they were standing. The proximity was overwhelming, and the air between them felt thick with an unspoken tension. Her heart raced as she realized she was practically leaning against him. The intimacy of the situation made her pulse thunder in her ears.

“Okay! I... I’ll go take a shower!” She couldn’t think about anything else, so she even forgot to grab a change of clothes before bolting into the bathroom.

Watching Dorothy’s retreating figure, Everett’s lips curved into a small smirk. She really was something else.

Inside the bathroom, Dorothy wished she could just disappear. This wasn't going as she had planned at all. Why was she taking a shower in his room after him? Shouldn’t they be sitting down to discuss the dissolution of their contract and when they’d head to get their divorce certificate?

She thought about the personal items she'd seen earlier. Everett and Heather had already reached the point of buying such intimate gifts for each other during this trip. She wouldn't believe it if he later tried to claim they weren't back together.

Dorothy paced around the small space a few times before Everett’s voice came from outside. “Dinner’s here.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out.” She clenched her fists, opened the bathroom door, and saw Everett standing there. His eyes scanned her face, noting her flustered expression.

“You didn’t shower?”

“I think we need to have a serious talk, Mr. Lopez. What do you say?”

Everett nodded with a calm expression. “Sure. Let’s talk while we eat.”

He walked over to the dining table and even thoughtfully pulled out a chair for her. Dorothy took a deep breath. “I think you should reconsider our contract!”

Everett paused in cutting his steak. He raised an eyebrow. “Now that the surgery is over and you don’t need me anymore, is that it?”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean at all!”

“Ms. Sanchez, there’s something you should be clear about. We signed a contract in black and white, and you should honor it.” If she wanted to be formal about it, he could play along. “Of course, if you’re adamant about breaking the contract, I’ll have my lawyer contact you tomorrow to discuss the penalty.”

“Penalty?” Dorothy was stunned. “Aren’t you the one who wants to break the contract?”

Why would she have to pay a penalty? She hadn't even asked him for a way out yet!

“Did I say that?” Everett asked smoothly.

Dorothy fell silent. Everett was clearly back together with Heather—was he still planning to keep her, the substitute, around as well?

“So, anything else you want to discuss?” Everett pushed the plate of cut steak in front of her, lifting his eyes to look at her.

“No.”

“Then have some food and get some rest early. I’m tired today.”