Chapter 884

He then joined Carole’s and Domenic’s hands, looked at Domenic with satisfaction, and declared, “You know, everything I’ve done is for you.

Carole will definitely make a good wife.

And to help you two get to know each other better, I’ve decided Carole will be your private secretary starting tomorrow.

”

Domenic’s eyes sparkled subtly, but his expression remained unchanged.

He appeared calm and replied, “I understand, Grandpa.

I’ll take care of it, as long as it makes you happy.

I have things to handle at the company, so I need to head back.

Carole, please look after my grandpa.

”

“Sure, go handle your business.

Don’t worry about your grandpa,”

Carole responded.

As Domenic turned away, Carole noticed he seemed even more distant than before, almost unreachable.

Despite this, she had achieved what she desired.

She believed that time was on her side and that one day, she would win Domenic’s heart.

After giving Carole a slight nod, Domenic turned and walked away.

Watching his retreating figure, Jordan let out a sigh of relief, relieved that the situation had finally calmed down.

Hendrix was waiting in the car parked at the hospital’s entrance.

When he saw Domenic approaching in the dim light of the night, he quickly stepped out and opened the door for him.

As Hendrix caught sight of Domenic’s face, a shock passed through him.

He had never seen Domenic look so drained and pale, almost as if he was seriously ill.

“Sir, are you okay?” Hendrix stepped forward, his voice laced with concern.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Domenic shook his head and continued towards the car.

Hendrix opened the door quickly, but as Domenic bent to get in, his body swayed.

He reached out to grab the door to steady himself.

“Sir!” Hendrix exclaimed, rushing to help him.

“You look really pale,”

Hendrix continued, worried.

“We’re at the hospital.

I can get a doctor for you.

”

“I’m fine.

” Domenic insisted, his face paler than before.

He gently pushed Hendrix aside and climbed into the car.

Observing this, Hendrix felt uneasy but refrained from further comments.

He eased back into the driver’s seat and stole a glance at

Domenic through the rearview mirror.

Domenic was slouched against the back seat, his eyes shut, his complexion pallid, and his brows creased in a frown.

“Sir, where would you like to go?” Hendrix asked cautiously.

Domenic slowly opened his eyes and gazed out the window.

Usually, he would simply say “home”.

But now, what was home without Lindsey?

“Let’s head back to the company,” he replied softly, then closed his eyes again.

Lindsey hadn’t drifted off to sleep until dawn.

When she eventually opened her eyes, Domenic had yet to return home.