The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

In the heart of downtown, the bar was alive with thumping beats and strobing lights that made your heart race and your eyes squint.

Back in the day, Jeffrey never thought twice about the chaos. The louder the music and the more blinding the lights, the more exhilarating it felt.

But things had changed.

Just a few drinks in, and he was already itching to leave.

His head ached, and his heart felt heavy.

Emerging from the restroom, Jeffrey spotted Wesley on the sofa, sandwiched between two blondes, raising an eyebrow at him, "Mr. Turner, seeing you here is like spotting a unicorn these days! Tied the knot and forgot all about your mates, have you?"

Grabbing his phone from the table, Jeffrey didn't even glance at it before stuffing it into his bomber jacket, "Got a daughter now, no time to think about you."

"Ouch, that cold, huh?" Wesley wasn't offended; instead, he burst into laughter. "You're totally whipped, aren't you? Looks like your lady has got you wrapped around her little finger!"

"Don't bring her up."

Jeffrey's handsome face turned frosty as he picked up a glass of whiskey from the table and downed it in one go.

"What's up? You guys fighting?" Wesley leaned in, curiosity piqued.

"Yeah," Jeffrey admitted, furrowing his brows. "We've been together for so long, have a daughter now, but I feel like she doesn't really love me. She actually told me to go flirt with other women! Is that love?" Wesley was genuinely surprised.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

It wasn't Karen's behavior that shocked him but Jeffrey's reaction.

"Mr. Turner, are you hearing yourself? Since when did you start sounding like a lovesick teenager, all hung up on love? Man, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never believe it!" This was Jeffrey, after all.

A few years back, in Eldorria City, who didn't know him?

He was the guy who changed women like he changed clothes, which was saying something because who really changes their outfit multiple times a day?

And now, here he was, agonizing over whether his wife loved him or not!

"Cut it out, you know nothing," Jeffrey shot back, clearly annoyed. He sighed heavily, ready to leave. "I'm out of here."

Wesley quickly grabbed his arm, "You just got here, and we haven't even finished these bottles. You're really going to bail?"

"I don't like this place."

"It's not the place; you're just stressed! Sit down, have another drink. You'll forget all your troubles once you're drunk!" Wesley pulled him back, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Listen, man, you can't let her get to you! Think about it, ever since you've been all in, she's been taking you for granted, right?"

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"There's truth to the saying, 'you always want what you can't have.' Look at you, Mr. Turner, what don't you have? Looks, physique, money... countless women would kill to be with you. You've given up the game for her, and she's still not satisfied. In my book, you should stop pandering to her. Who knows, maybe she'll realize what she's missing!"

Jeffrey gave him a look, frowning, "What kind of logic is that?"

"Just try it! Are you afraid she'll leave? She's got a child now and is married to you. What's she going to do, divorce you? And then what? As a twice-married woman with a kid, who would want her? She'd come crawling back, begging you not to dump her!" Wesley argued with conviction. "Mr. Turner, you could have anyone. Don't let anyone have that much power over you."

"Maybe that's true for other women, but not Karen."

Jeffrey knew better.

That woman would rather die than come crawling back to him.