Chapter 411

With a narrowed gaze and a faint curl to his lips, Domenic responded, “Absolutely not!”

Hiding Lindsey’s existence remained paramount until he had complete control over the Walsh Group.

Protecting her from any potential threats or harm was his priority.

Herbert Walsh, another uncle of Domenic’s intentionally teasing, remarked, “I knew he’d refuse.

He’s been alone since childhood.

Doubt he never held a girl’s hand!”

This jibe brought stifled laughter from the other uncles, lips pursed in amusement.

At the peak of his manhood, Domenic led a chaste life, warding off any woman’s advances.

Rumors circulated that no woman could get close to him.

Despite numerous attempts by his uncles to introduce women into his life, none succeeded in penetrating his defenses.

They even remained oblivious to Domenic’s appearance.

Calmly sipping tea, Domenic retorted, “My focus is the Walsh Group’s affairs, unlike Uncle Hervert, who changes partners as often as clothes.

Beware, lest one of your paramours sets a trap.

It’s not worth the risk.

”

Herbert’s sarcastic facade froze, startled that his romantic pursuits had been uncovered.

How did Domenic know?

Jordan slapped on the tea table and shouted at Herbert angrily, “Get out of my face! Go back and make a hundred copies of the family rules.

You can’t get out if you can’t do that!”

Herbert was furious, his face turning pale.

He had to get to his feet furiously, then scowled at Domenic and walked out since he dared not defy Jordan.

Domenic continued to sip tea calmly as though nothing had happened.

Unnerved by Domenic’s composure, his other uncles held their tongues.

Domenic’s ruthless reputation loomed, and they feared what he could have against them.

“Domenic, it’s not that I disdain your romantic pursuits,” Jordan began, grasping Domenic’s hand earnestly.

“But I wish for you to court a woman worthy of you.

Those scheming temptresses out there aren’t deserving.

I long to witness your marriage and perhaps a great-grandson.

Count on me to help you with the marriage thing.

”

Domenic’s tea-laden hand stilled, his gaze darkening.

“Grandpa, I have no intention of marrying anytime soon,” Domenic declared impassively.

Jordan let out a little sigh.

Since the death of Domenic’s parents, Domenic had grown reticent and aloof.

He occasionally had trouble understanding his grandson’s thoughts.

Jordan barred Domenic from female associations, fearing a repetition of his father’s mistake- abandoning everything for some stupid love.

But Jordan couldn’t let him wind up alone.

He had plans; he groomed a woman for him from Domenic’s youth.

When she returned from her studies abroad, he believed she’d captivate Domenic’s heart.

“Shall we go for dinner?” With this thought, Jordan felt a tinge of relief, ushering Domenic toward the dining room.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Lindsey lay bored on her bed.

Selah and Nancy’s daytime visit spared her from utter monotony.

Now alone under the nurse’s watchful eye, she felt trapped.