Drunk And Daring I Kissed A Tycoon! 133

Vespera paused, holding the half-wrapped bandage In confusion. “I'm almost done. Was too cough?"

Dominic's expression was unreadable, a mix of seriousness and something else she couldn't place.

Without answering, he pushed her hands away. "Enough I'll handle the rest myself."

His voice was cold, his breathing uneven..

vespera froze, a flicker of irritation rising in her chest,

She had been as careful as possible, changing his bandages with precision. She thought, "Why isn't he satisfied? This guy is impossible to please!"

Being his assistant was so much harder than she ever imagined.

Dominic seemed to realize his reaction was too harsh. He tumed away, his voice softening slightly. "Go to the kitchen and make me something to eat."

Vespers thought to herself that she was done with this, but just as the words were on the tip of her tongue, she forced herself to hold them back

☐☐☐☐ She got off the bed. After kneeling for so long, her legs were numb

As soon as her feet touched the ground, they buckded, and she uncontrollably dropped to her losees.

Dominic was startled, his sharp gaze lowering to her. She was on her knees, hands braced against the bed for support, looking utterly pitiful.

"Why are you kneeling to me? Trying to negotiate a raise?" he teased.

glare. "My legs

on the carpet to rub her knees. Once the tingling subsided, she stood up and walked

sat in silence for a moment. Then, slowly, the corners of his lips curled into a

DUL

Vespera opened the

entire berole savior image she had of him

knew that no matter how much effort she put into making a

quickly make him a simple bowl of spaghetti bolognese. She grabbed some tomatoes, onions, and garlic, casually tossing

plate to the dining room, she saw that Dominic had already left his room and

eating

stood. "I'll eat

"Then why

over to the dining table

the spaghetti bolognese, which had tomatoes and onions. After a few seconds

him a polite smile. "As long as you like it, Mr.

"So sarcastic. Fine. Whatever. Eat it or don't, I don't care,"

spoke up, "I can't finish it on my own. Get a bowl,

replied

want to sliace a bow) of pasta

sarcasm. She had carefully helped him with his bandages,

simple seal, and once again, the found

be thank 1, don't have

her to a

before speaking.

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