NovelAppDorothy was kind of impressed by Heather.
She had the guts to ask her about such private matters, without even a hint of embarrassment.
That was about Everett, the guy who had been crushing on Heather for years. And then Heather was into him too. What the heck was her role in all this, being asked to give advice on such matters? And if she did the math, it must have been the middle of the night in Verdant City. At that hour, when passions ran high, it was hard not to wonder what they had been up to, that Everett would need to change into fresh clothes.
"Sorry, | have no idea.” Feeling annoyed from the previous conversation, she simply turned off her phone and tossed it aside, not wanting any more distractions during work.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, at a star-rated hotel suite in Verdant City.
Everett had just finished handling some company matters and was about to change the dressing on his wound before resting.
“Knock knock.” There was a sudden knock at the door.
He walked to the door with a stern face and opened it partially.
It was Heather.
"Everett, the doctor told you to change your dressing after 36 hours when you were discharged. You can't reach the wound on the back of your leg, can you? Let me help." "No need. The hotel has staff." She chuckled, "You're such a clean freak. You definitely never planned to ask them to help you." Indeed, Everett had no such plans.
But he also never thought of letting Heather help him.
"I can handle it myself." Seeing his distant and indifferent demeanor, Heather felt a surge of sadness.
"After all these years, can't you even give me the status of a friend?" That was the first time she had tried to break the ice and talk to him about that matter.
Although Everett's parents had tried to set them up countless times, Heather always knew what Everett was thinking. So, she helped him dodge the issue, staying by his side as a friend rather than accepting the title of "future daughter-in-law" bestowed upon her by his parents.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"We are friends, very good partners." His answer was always impeccable, gentlemanly, and official.
Heather forced a smile, "So, am | the same to you as Dorothy?" Mentioned out of the blue, a different emotion finally appeared on Everett's handsome face.
"Not the same." "Because you two are married?" He frowned, knowing that Jeffrey must have spilled the beans.
"You don't need to blame Jeffrey! It's because you had a car accident, Jeffrey and | were upset and called Dorothy over. He blurted it out in his haste.” Recalling the scene, she lowered her eyes, "Jeffrey said, you two got married, and Dorothy was still trying to seduce other men." Although Jeffrey had pulled her away, she was close enough to hear.
"I don't want to talk about this. Is there anything else?" Everett's expression darkened even more, and his aura became even colder.
Heather kept silent for a long time before sighing, "You're really not afraid that if your mom finds out, her illness will relapse.” What she really wanted to say was that he had just married Dorothy too easily.
That position was supposed to be hers.
The name on their marriage license should have been Heather.
She thought Dorothy was someone Everett was attracted to, liked, had been infatuated with since his youth, and felt fresh sensations towards upon reuniting. But she had never imagined that he had actually thrown caution to the wind and planned everything in advance.
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