Shattered Longings

Chapter 67 He Has Been Good to Her

Chapter 67 He Has Been Good to Her

Tella found herself reminiscing about her childhood. She used to be terrified of thunder.

One night, when Alchand was away, a violent thunderstorm struck, and she had huddled at the foot of her bed with tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, Dominic burst into her room and said coldly, “Come sleep with me tonight”

That was why, despite his hatred for her, she always clung to him. She remembered the few times he had been kind.

He had been kind, but now she wanted to move on, both from him and from her pain.

“Mr. Miller, you’re back…”

Sylvia’s voice cut through the tense atesphere Dominic, with a hint of annoyance, released Bella,

shoes and

turned pale. “Ms. Jones, I’m

gently. “It’s okay. He’s just drank. You

passed Dominic’s room on her way upstairs bella noticed the doce was and decided to close it for

for the doorkeeh, adeafening dap of thunder shock

intentions. She was certain he was genuinely drunk, even

closed the door behind him and returned to her room, where the sound of thunder fill–dber

no longer child, no longer to trail to cower in the corner of turbed, but she

intermittently for over an hour before the rain began to fall in a steady drizzle.

She found her earplugs and

was awakened by a chons of birds only to find that her explues were nowhere to

window. She must have been away during the spring when they bust their nest. Now, their young had hatched, and

with her mother in the

exceptionally trosh, and the day was bright and sunny, she sat up and sweiched. As the blanket slipped off

an astonishest, she stared at Dominic, who had somehow ended

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