Chapter 974

A wine bottle and a toppled glass marred the otherwise pristine living room.

The sofa bore the telltale signs of a restless night, cushions askew.

His eyes finally landed on the closed bedroom door, suspicion and dread coiling within him.

Domenic had barely advanced a step when a hoarse voice emanated from behind him.

“Sir.

” Franklin called out, his gaze fixed on Domenic.

“Your grandpa requested your presence with Miss Stewart for breakfast.

Observing the open door, I took the liberty to enter.

” Franklin’s gaze swept up and down Domenic’s figure.

Domenic, fully attired with the door ajar, clearly bore the signs of a recent return from outdoors.

“Sir, you… were absent from your suite last night?”

“Yes,” Domenic replied icily.

Franklin’s eyes drifted

tracked Franklin’s look, his brow creasing in mild

“She’s likely still asleep.

let out a

well aware of

awaiting us

from Miss Stewart might

the Walsh household adhered to numerous regulations, one of which dictated a punctual breakfast at

hadn’t slept in

family’s customs yet,” Domenic retorted,

her some

that neither Lindsey nor I will join him for

anticipated Domenic’s response; his expression was

not be

recently

inaugural breakfast

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