Crushed Affections (Dominic and Bella)

Chapter 445 He's the Prince, but She's Not the Princess

Bella exhaled in relief after texting Sean to cancel their meeting for the day. Things had already progressed far enough. She felt that there was no need to stir up more trouble. Once Sean replied with a simple "Okay," she promptly deleted the messages and call log. At breakfast, Bella kept sneaking glances at Dominic. His icy demeanor made the atmosphere tense.

Finally, she broke the silence. "Everyone knows me as 'Mrs. Miller' now. When you marry someone else, that lie is going to fall apart. When that happens, the baby and I will be the ones caught in the crossfire. Do you have any plans for what comes next? You should've answered me clearly when you decided to keep me here."

Dominic set his fork down, looking at her evenly. "What do you want me to do?"

She wanted to say, "Marry me." But the thought of him rejecting her held her back. Instead, she forced a playful smile. "What do you think? I can't decide for you. All I know is, I don't feel secure right now."

His response was as cold as ever. "If it's making you uneasy, stop thinking about it."

The conversation ended there. After finishing breakfast, Dominic headed upstairs to shower and catch up on sleep.

Pudding's head so many times the poor dog looked like he might go bald. Her

you or something? If you're going to leave, don't bother coming

stopped and turned to look at her, his tone as dry as

dropped. She was speechless. When he'd been inexplicably sweet to her,

was acting

try to engage him? Hadn't she been trailing after him

to take it one step at a time, even if time was running out. Suddenly, she heard Dominic's footsteps approaching. She glanced at him, confused. "I

change the locks while I was out. Isn't that what

Without saying a single word, she headed to the door to grab her shoes. She picked a pair of white sneakers with laces They were comfortable but tricky to put on without using

she truly felt the inconvenience of her pregnancy. With her belly growing larger, even the simplest

stepped forward, crouching in

he was offering to do. Knowing how much of a germaphobe he was, how could she possibly bring herself to place her foot in his hand? When she