Chapter 880
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
But then, to her surprise, she noticed that his belt was of a random brand, worn-out and of low quality.
âWhat brings you here?â Domenic inquired.
As soon as he spotted her, he swiftly drew the screen between them.
He frowned, his impatience palpable.
Carole regained her composure.
âI just brought you some clothes,â she said gently, wearing a friendly expression.
âWhereâs Hendrix?â Domenic inquired.
His dissatisfaction was evident.
Carole cleared her throat and explained, âHendrix⦠Well⦠He had some other matters to attend to.
â
Domenicâs face twisted in frustration, clearly unhappy with Hendrixâs actions.
Did Hendrix want to be fired?
His frustration grew as he glared at Carole lingering by the door.
âJust leave the clothes on the chair and go,â Domenic instructed, pinching his eyebrows.
âsure,â Carole murmured, placing the clothes down gently.
As she looked up at the man behind the screen, she felt a pang of uncertainty about speaking up, pausing to reconsider her words.
âWhy are you still here?â Domenicâs voice rumbled with impatience.
âUm, Domenicâ¦â Carole said, her voice uncertain as she bit her Lip.
After a brief pause, she continued softly, âDo you remember your promise to me?â
Domenicâs expression shifted slightly, sensing the weight behind her words.
He recalled the promise he had made to her, but he didnât understand why she suddenly brought it up?
âSure,â Domenic replied.
His tone is indifferent.
âIâve made up my mind about my wish,â Carole declared.
Standing tall, she gazed at the silhouette of Domenic through the screen.
âBut Iâm not sure if youâll grant it,â she added with uncertainty.
âIâll uphold my promise as long as itâs within legal and ethical bounds.
You can trust me on that,â Domenic assured calmly.
âAbsolutely, Carole responded with a smile.
Then, she continued, âMy wish is quite simple.
That is⦠I wish youâll marry me.
â
Domenic arched his eyebrows, flipping open the screen to meet Caroleâs gaze.
âWhat did you just say?â
Carole met his eyes head-on, her demeanor gentle yet resolute.
âDomenic, I have been doing a lot of thinking lately.
I know I have been vocal about not wanting this marriage, but your grandfatherâs dearest wish is for us to tie the knot.
He means the world to me, Domenic, like a second grandfather.
And now that he has fallen seriously ill, I donât want him worrying over our marriage anymore, or worse, feeling hurt because of it.
So, please, even if itâs only a charade, marry me.
Letâs spare his heart any more anguish, please.
â
As he peered at the concerned woman before him, Domenic lowered his eyes and said firmly, âCarole, I would give you my word on anything else, but not this.
â
âWhy not? Itâs not unethical or illegal.
Why canât you agree? You promised, you said you would fulfill any wish of mine.
Itâs your vow!â
Caroleâs anxiety bubbled, causing her typically gentle tone to take on a hint of aggressiveness.
Turning away, Domenic fixed his gaze on the autumn leaves falling outside the window.