Chapter 879

Domenic entered the dressing room without responding and shut the door behind him.

Carole remained outside the door, waiting patiently.

Before long, Hendrix came rushing towards her, breathless, carrying a large bag of clothes.

“Hello, Miss Larson,” Hendrix greeted.

“I’ve brought my boss’ clothes.

”

“I got this, Hendrix,” Carole interjected, stopping him just before he knocked on the door.

Carole grabbed the bag from Hendrix before he could respond.

“Leave it to me, you can get back to your other tasks,” Carole said with a smile.

“But…” Hendrix hesitated, glancing towards the dressing room.

He knew Domenic wasn’t keen on Carole, so he was reluctant to let her handle it alone.

He was worried that Domenic would be mad at him if he allowed Carole to enter the room without his approval.

Carole sensed Hendrix’s hesitation, which upset her.

So, she adopted a softer tone and said, “Hendrix, you know what? Domenic’s grandpa has asked me to assist Domenic with changing his clothes.

We all have to follow his instructions, don’t we?”

Carole subtly reminded Hendrix of Jordan’s authority.

Hendrix, realizing the implications, reluctantly agreed.

He figured Jordan might still be interested in pairing Domenic with Carole.

If he interfered, he would have been kicked out of Morcastle the next day.

“Of course, Miss Larson! Thank you very much.

I’ll leave now,” Hendrix said nervously.

Carole smiled as she watched Hendrix Leave.

Suppressing her excitement, she turned around and knocked on the door of the dressing room.

Thinking it was Hendrix, Domenic answered loudly, inviting him in.

Carole couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

She tried to maintain a serious expression as she pushed the door open.

A white screen separated her from Domenic, but she couldn’t help feeling intrigued by the silhouette of a tall, good-shaped man on the other side.

“Just put them there,” Domenic instructed.

He tossed his wet clothes out and said, “Take them for dry-cleaning.

”

There was a moment of silence, which made him wonder.

He couldn’t figure out why Hendrix was still standing outside.

Turning around in frustration, he pulled aside the screen before him.

Much to his surprise, it wasn’t Hendrix standing there; it was Carole.

Carole was taken aback by the sight of the half-naked Domenic.

His muscular chest and broad shoulders formed an impressive silhouette.

Below his defined abs was a sturdy waist, cinched by a belt.

She found herself attracted to his strong physique.

Avoiding eye contact, she kept her gaze low to hide her flushed cheeks.