Chapter 614

Lindsey intervened, “Sumner, stop.

”

Sumner looked at Lindsey lying in bed and let out a sigh.

“I need to handle something.

You two talk.

”

Once Sumner left, Domenic put the bag on the bed and sat next to Lindsey’s bed.

He remained silent but checked her, noticing a bruise under her arm.

He took out the ointment he had brought and gently applied it to her bruise.

Domenic hung his head, concentrating to make sure he didn’t hurt her.

Then he carefully set the ointment aside, got up, and helped Lindsey sit up against the bed’s headboard.

He picked up the bowl of porridge from the bedside table, scooped up a little bit, and tasted it first to ensure it wasn’t too hot before feeding her.

All the while, Lindsey watched him silently.

She couldn’t help but wonder how Domenic, who seemed to care so much about her, could appear so distant in that moment, just as Sumner had described.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Lindsey asked, ignoring the spoonful of porridge he offered.

Domenic paused, a flicker of complicated emotions crossing his face.

He put the spoon down and looked away.

“I don’t really know what to say, so I’ve been keeping quiet.

But I’m just relieved you’re okay.

”

Lindsey tilted her head, reached out to gently cup Domenic’s face, and coaxed him to meet her gaze.

“You don’t have to say anything.

I can tell you’re worried about me.

”

Domenic’s chest tightened, leaving him breathless.

Guilt had always haunted him, but her words made him feel even worse.

He realized how undeserving he was of Lindsey’s love.

“Linds…” He tried to speak, but Lindsey interrupted him.

She cradled his face in her hands and silenced him with a tender ki*s.

Her actions spoke louder than words.

She knew he wasn’t the person Sumner described.

He wouldn’t…

But Domenic gently pushed her away, placing his hand on her shoulder.

Domenic evaded her questioning look, methodically stirring the porridge, and murmured, “Eat now, or it’ll cool down soon.

”

Lindsey’s gaze lingered on Domenic, sensing a change in him post-fire, almost as if he was intentionally avoiding her.

But why?

“Domenic.

.

Just as Lindsey was about to speak, the door burst open, and the attending doctor strode in, approaching her bedside.

“Miss Stewart, how are you feeling today?”

The doctor had been directed to closely monitor Lindsey, leading to frequent check-ins by various doctors on her condition.

Lindsey answered gently, “I’m not experiencing any discomfort.

”