Chapter 279

With a crimson face, Lindsey hurried into her bedroom and closed the door, her heart still racing.

In the past, her feelings for Chayce had left her composed, believing he was a decent man worth being with.

But now, facing Domenic, she felt like a girl entering the throes of her first crush.

Merely gazing upon his handsome face quickened her heartbeat, unlike anything she had experienced before.

His nonchalant words had a disorienting effect on her, causing dizziness.

Shaking her head to regain composure, Lindsey adjusted her mood and retrieved a cartoon-patterned pajama from the wardrobe.

Was this too childish?

After a moment’s hesitation, Lindsey opted for a lace nightdress.

Well… Was it too s@xy?

Geez! Why did she fuss so much over choosing nightwear?

Rummaging through the wardrobe, Lindsey finally discovered a homewear outfit with light-colored patterns.

After changing, she approached the door of Domenic’s bedroom and raised her hand to knock twice.

When Domenic opened the door, he was dressed in a dark blue silk pajama, exuding a noble and genteel air.

His gaze fell upon Lindsey’s damp hair.

“Why is your hair still wet?”

It was then that Lindsey noticed it, awkwardly touching her wet locks.

“I forgot to dry it…”

“Did you forget it because you were in a hurry to come to my room?”

Domenic teased, leaning against the door with a gentle smile gracing his face, the warm yellow light casting a soft halo around him.

“Sleeping with wet hair might make you catch a cold.

”

Lindsey’s ears reddened, avoiding Domenic’s gaze, fearing she might appear as infatuated as a young girl.

“Okay, I’m going to dry it now.

”

“Wait!” Without hesitation, Domenic seized her wrist and pulled her into his room.

Domenic’s room was filled with a light, pleasant fragrance, the same one Lindsey had noticed on him.

It was a soothing scent.

“I’ve got a hair dryer in my room.

Let me dry your hair.

” Grasping her wrist, Domenic led her to the bed, gently pressed on her shoulders, and had her sit down.

Lindsey blinked her clear eyes, gazing at Domenic.

He retrieved a small hair dryer from the nightstand’s bottom drawer, plugged it in, and positioned himself in front of her.

His shadow enveloped her, and he gently ran his fingers through her wet hair.