Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

With Hendrix alive, he could be used against Lindsey, but in his absence, there would be no way to prove what happened the previous night.

Hendrix had taken these actions solely for his sake.

He had once rescued Hendrix, who in turn pledged a lifetime of loyalty-a vow he had steadfastly upheld.

Domenic’s closed eyes trembled slightly, and his lips turned pale.

Hendrix wasn’t merely an aide; he was his unwavering confidant, someone he relied on wholeheartedly.

His absence was unsettling, as Domenic had grown accustomed to his constant presence.

The loss of Hendrix felt like a dagger to his soul, sending waves of agony through his heart.

The rage coursing through him was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Struggling to contain the fury bubbling within, he unleashed his frustration by slamming his fist into the window frame, causing his hand to gush with blood.

Domenic’s eyes snapped open, gleaming with steely resolve.

He refused to let Hendrix’s sacrifice be in vain.

Whoever was responsible would be hunted down and made to pay for their actions!

Meanwhile, when Lindsey slowly blinked her eyes open, an unfamiliar ceiling greeted her.

Confusion swept over her as she tried to piece together where she was.

Wasn’t she just at home with Domenic? Or was this yet another one of her dreams?

Turning her head to the side, she found the space next to her empty.

But her attention was quickly seized by the figure standing by the window.

“Domenic,” she called out instinctively.

At the faint sound behind him, Domenic swiftly turned around, his eyes sparking with a hint of joy upon seeing her awake.

“Linds!” He rushed to her side, taking a seat.

“You are finally awake.

”

Lindsey met his gaze, a flicker of confusion dancing in her eyes as clarity slowly returned.

Glancing around, she recognized her surroundings as the Costa Grace, the elegant ship where the Walsh Group’s grand celebration had been held.

Her eyes welled with tears.

That meant that this was real!

“Linds, what’s the matter?” Domenic asked urgently, noting her distressed expression.

“Do you recall what happened last night?”

Lindsey couldn’t fathom why he was asking.

However, her recollection was hazy.

ALL she remembered was returning to her room, downing a bottle of red wine, and then succumbing to unconsciousness.

After that, she had a dream.

As she thought about that tender dream, a wave of sadness enveloped her.

Glancing at Domenic, she shook her head gently.

“I only remember drowning myself in wine.

As for the rest… It’s all a blur.

”

As she attempted to sit up, the blanket slipped, exposing her skin.

She gasped, hastily tugging the quilt back into place, casting accusatory glares at Domenic.

“Hey! What happened last night? Did… Did you take advantage of me?”

Domenic was left speechless by Lindsey’s reaction.

He smirked upon seeing the panic flicker in her eyes and said, “Have you forgotten your antics when you’re drunk? Could it be you who started this, seducing me?”