Chapter 174

As the implication of his words dawned on her, her cheeks blazed even redder.

Her thoughts were jumbled, and she felt lost on how to reply to him, resorting to feigning ignorance.

“Mr.

Walsh, I’m not sure what you’re getting at.

But I need to get some sleep.

I can’t afford any mistakes in tomorrow’s equestrian competition.

”

After saying that, Lindsey rushed back to her room, her face flushed, and shut the door behind her.

She pressed her body against it, and the fast thump of her heart was unmistakable.

She couldn’t let herself fall for him.

Domenic was just caught up in the moment.

He didn’t know her past.

If he did, he would surely turn away from her.

When she fell in love with him wholeheartedly, it felt like she had exposed her vulnerability.

Her heart would be as delicate as a glass, easily susceptible to pain with even the slightest touch.

Having gone through it once, she couldn’t muster the courage to go through it again.

Lindsey shut her eyes and made an effort to soothe herself.

With the competition approaching tomorrow, she compelled herself not to dwell on anything else.

As for Domenic’s words, she decided to act as if she hadn’t heard them.

The next morning.

Lindsey rose early and swung open the door.

A delightful aroma welcomed her, and when she glanced up, she spotted a lovely and mouthwatering breakfast spread on the marble table.

As she approached the dining table, Domenic emerged from the kitchen and placed a finely decorated china plate on the table.

To her delight, the plate contained her favorite caviar paired with exquisite foie gras.

“Well, did you prepare all these?” Lindsey blinked her bright eyes as she gazed at Domenic.

He removed his beige apron and dr@ped it over the back of the chair.

Afterward, he pulled out the chair and took a seat.

He lifted his head and let out a chuckle.

“If I didn’t prepare these, would they have magically appeared?”

She stared at him in a mixture of astonishment and admiration.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” A faint frown creased his brow.

“Mr.

Walsh… You’re not secretly a professional chef at a restaurant, are you?”

Domenic was at a loss for words.

This woman’s imagination consistently left him amazed.

“Don’t overthink it.

Dig in.

You’ve got the competition today, and you need all the energy you can get when you’re full.

” Domenic picked up the fork and started eating gracefully.

Lindsey quietly pulled out a chair across from him and sat down, stealing glances at him.

She pondered whether he had risen early to prepare this lovely breakfast because of her competition.

Lindsey was touched, but simultaneously, a tinge of sadness crept in.