Crushed Affections (Dominic and Bella)

Chapter 77

Chapter 77 His Wallpaper Is a Picture of Her

Bella was so used to his taunts that she replied indifferently, "You should get some rest. I'm going back to my room."

As she passed him, he grabbed her wrist.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "What is it?"

Their eyes met. His gaze was calm and steady as he asked, "Lia's not in Joville. Who did you meet?"

Bella's breath hitched. He hadn't seemed concerned when she left. How could he have checked on this? She didn't even know if Lia was in Joville.

was that patient, Simon. He got hurt saving me, and he's being discharged today. He's leaving tomorrow, so I thought I'd treat him to dinner. I was going to ask Lia to join us, but when I called, I found out she wasn't in Joville." Dominic's eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on her

was terrified he might investigate Simon's identity and uncover their connection. She looked up at him anxiously and said, "I didn't! I really just wanted to thank

close to the truth. She had indeed

said with an indifferent shrug, "I was just asking. No need to be so nervous. Since you can't sleep, stay with me and have a couple of drinks." With that, he went downstairs. Bella hesitated briefly before following him, realizing his tone had been an

glass of liquor. Her stomach was upset, and the alcohol was starting to make

opened the liquor cabinet, and his phone lit up with a notification on the

glanced over subconsciously. The first thing her eyes caught was a WhatsApp

Dominic had a photo of her on his phone, but she hadn't expected it to be his

a light gray plaid skirt. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a bright smile on her face. She looked so young and

the parrot that Richard used to keep. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on her, and everything looked

Bella remembered correctly, she was 17 at the time. Since she didn't recall taking it, Dominic must have snapped

hadn't seen anything, lowering her head and nervously picking at her neatly trimmed nails. Due to her profession, she wasn't in the habit of growing her nails long or painting them bright colors. However, her fingers were long and slender, with elegant joints