NovelEnglishWhen Everett emerged from his room again, he'd changed into a casual white outfit. The change took years off him, and he now looked like a college kid, ready to hit the court with his basketball.
Dorothy was still trying to figure out how to ditch him. To be seen in public with Everett was too conspicuous. What if they were snapped by paparazzi? "Let's go." "Mr. Lopez, do you think there might be media around or people from our company? Don't you think...it might not look so good if they see us?" She hinted delicately.
However, Everett didn't seem to care. "What's the big deal?" Dorothy fell silent.
Well, if he said so, all Dorothy could do was go with it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe supermarket wasn't crowded and had good security. Everyone was busy shopping, and hardly anyone was rubbernecking.
Even so, Dorothy deliberately kept some distance from Everett and headed straight to the pork chop section, urging the butcher to hurry up with the weighing.
Finally, with the pork chops in hand, she turned around, ready to tell Everett they could leave, only to find a new face by his side.
Heather.
This was the second time she'd seen her.
Even off work, Heather was dressed in a Chanel cardigan over a couture dress, looking graceful and charming as she chatted with Everett.
The two of them did look like quite a pair.
Dorothy glanced at herself. She was holding a bag of pork chops and dressed in a white tee and jeans, feeling utterly shabby in comparison.
Suddenly, she noticed Everett's gaze sweeping around. He was probably looking for her.
Instinctively, she quickly ducked behind a nearby shelf.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhy was she hiding? She just didn't want Heather to see her.
But as if the universe were playing a joke on her, the moment she looked up, Heather was right in front of her.
"I remember you. You're... Dorothy, right?" "Uh, yeah." She managed to force a smile on her face, trying to hide her discomfort.
Heather pointed behind her and smiled. "Everett was looking for you just now. He's over by the household goods now. Better go catch up with him." Busted, Dorothy could only nod and mumble an okay.
Just as she was about to leave, Heather suddenly called her back. "Please take care of him for me, will you? | know about your arrangement with him, and | know he's doing this to get at me. But | can't help it. In a few more years, he'll understand why | did what | did." Heather stepped closer, earnestly grasping her hand. "Please, for now, love him for me." Dorothy had no idea what was going on between Heather and Everett, but it sounded like Heather had her reasons.
And from what Heather was saying, she seemed sure that Dorothy's relationship with Everett wouldn't last.
"Ms. Heather, about me and Mr. Lopez, it's a contract between us. I'm just fulfilling my obligation. The contract doesn't include loving him for you." Perhaps she didn't expect the girl who'd been avoiding her to fire back so directly. Heather frowned slightly. "Are you saying...you've fallen for Everett?" "No. Don't get the wrong idea, Ms. Heather.” Dorothy replied promptly. "I am me, and you are you. There's no replacing anyone." "Have you ever looked in the mirror?"
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