Chapter 1109

“Are you sure, Boss?”

Wyatt had already taken steps to contain the online buzz and was unsure if he should stop there.

The potential repercussions of the news spreading remained uncertain.

While the Vitality Group could handle the backlash, concern lingered for Lindsey as she might not be as resilient.

Domenic cast a sidelong glance at Wyatt.

“Wyatt, you’ve worked for me long enough.

Have I ever changed my mind?”

Wyatt, trusting Domenic’s judgment, nodded.

“Understood.”

Turning away, Domenic approached the unconscious Lindsey.

Tenderly, he lifted her, studying her flushed countenance with a soft exhale escaping his lips.

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She never failed to stir worry within him.

Had he not made that timely call and overheard her conversation with Bruno, he might not have arrived in time.

The potential consequences sent shivers down his spine at the mere thought.

He couldn’t bear to dwell on it.

He enveloped Lindsey tightly in his embrace, as though cradling a precious, fragile artifact he feared might shatter at the slightest misstep.

As Domenic was being escorted to the gate of the winery by his men, Lindsey’s stomach lurched unexpectedly.

She wriggled free from his grasp, grabbing a pillar as she began to vomit uncontrollably.

Domenic’s men discreetly averted their gaze and stepped back, giving her privacy in her moment of distress.

After expelling the contents of her stomach, Lindsey’s senses gradually returned to her.

She gradually lifted her head with effort, her vision clearing to reveal a familiar and handsome face before her.

Lindsey reached out her arm, pinching Domenic’s cheek in disbelief as she giggled.

“Domenic? I must be dreaming again…”

“It’s no dream.” Domenic reassured her, gently grasping Lindsey’s small hand with one hand while supporting her unsteady frame with the other.

“It’s me.

I’m here, right in front of you.”

Lindsey blinked at him, her hazy eyes scrutinizing Domenic’s handsome features with newfound clarity.

Suddenly, she balled a fist and landed a punch to his chest.

“Domenic, you jerk!”

Lindsey’s outburst left Domenic’s men exchanging incredulous glances.

They had loyally served under Domenic for years, yet never before had they witnessed someone daring to insult their boss in such a manner.

This was unprecedented.

“Yes, it’s entirely my fault.

You have every right to beat me or punish me as you see fit.

But please, come home with me now, alright?”

Domenic coaxed, reaching for Lindsey again, but she pushed him away with a firm gesture of defiance.

In the grip of complete intoxication, Lindsey indulged in drunken chaos, heedless of anyone else’s presence.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you liar!”

Despite her defiant words, Lindsey’s actions spoke otherwise as she clung to Domenic’s collar, looking up at him with tear-streaked eyes.

Her makeup was smeared, her hair disheveled, but she didn’t care.