Chapter 156
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Since her motherâs fallout with her father, memories of her mother haunted her.
As a kid, she never appreciated her motherâs care.
Even on the day her mother left, she hid in her room and did not come out to see her, regardless of how her mother called for her.
That regret weighed heavily on her heart.
At her bedside, Domenic brushed her hair back and asked softly, âWhy didnât you call me when you got this sick? If I donât come home, what if you get sicker?â
Domenicâs men informed him that Lindsey had taken the day off and hadnât shown up at work.
Concerned, Domenic tried calling her, but she didnât pick up.
Worried, he hurried home.
Lindsey bit her lip, looking like a kid caught in mischief, and murmured, âYouâve got your own stuff to deal with.
I didnât want to bother youâ¦â
Suddenly, Domenic moved closer, his hands framing Lindseyâs sides, his masculine scent enveloping her.
âNothingâs more important than you,â he assured her.
âCome to me whenever you need to, alright?â
Lindseyâs heart fluttered.
Clutching the blanket to her chest, she whispered, âWhy?â
He raised an eyebrow.
âBecause youâre the kitty I took in.
Itâs my job to look after you.
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âThatâs not true.
You didnât take me in.
Lindsey protested, her cheeks flaming as she turned away.
Domenic just smiled, sitting down beside her to gently clean her neck, underarms, and arms with a damp towel.
When he noticed a bruise on her arm, he paused.
âWhat happened here?â he asked, his voice softening.
Lindsey glanced down at the mark.
âI fell during my equestrian lessonâ¦
Iâve been practicing hard to win the equestrian competition, but it seems Iâve overdone it.
â
She never thought sheâd wear herself down before reaching the competition.
He sighed, a mix of frustration and concern in his voice.
âAt this rate, youâll be too battered to win anything.
Let yourself heal, and Iâll teach you how to ride properly.
â
âYou know how to ride?â Lindsey asked, her eyes fluttered open wide.
He couldnât hide his amusement, a grin tugging at his lips as he boasted, âIâve won plenty of contests before.
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In the following days, thanks to Domenicâs attentive care, Lindsey found her strength returning quickly.
Indeed, Domenic had been secretly administering a potent medicine, cleverly blending it with ordinary treatments.
It was this concoction that revitalized her so rapidly.
No sooner had she felt better than she was eager to have Domenic show her the ropes of horseback riding.
They arrived at the racetrack, and after suiting up, Lindsey watched as Domenic approached on a majestic white horse.
Domenic, donning his riding attire, looked every bit the part with a black helmet and a snug white shirt under a formal vest.
The elegant curve from his broad shoulders to his waist was accentuated by his form-fitting attire, and the white pants highlighted his long legs, ending in polished black boots that danced lightly in the stirrups.