Chapter 893

Back then, Domenic was a boy of few words, always trailing silently behind them.

He would lean against the wall, watching silently, lost in his thoughts.

Even then, Reece could never quite grasp what went through Domenic’s mind, much less now.

Seeing Domenic still hadn’t budged, Carole addressed Lindsey directly,

“Miss Stewart, you wouldn’t mind us joining you, would you?”

Caught off guard, Lindsey looked up to find Domenic’s eyes fixed on her.

Their eyes met briefly before both quickly looked away.

Lindsey responded to Carole with a smile, “I don’t mind at all.

But I’m not sure if this gentleman would be comfortable sitting with me.

”

Her words clearly had an underlying meaning, causing both Carole and

Reece to glance instinctively at Domenic.

Domenic’s jaw clenched tight.

Without a word, he swept past Lindsey, his face stormy.

He stalked to the opposite side of the table and sank into a chair, crossing his long legs and folding his arms in a defensive posture.

His chin jutted out, radiating a frosty disapproval that seemed to chill the air.

Lindsey stole a glance at him, then quickly looked away, fiddling nervously with her glass.

She couldn’t fathom why Domenic had reacted so intensely to her earlier comment.

Perhaps Domenic wanted to keep their relationship a secret from

Carole, his cousin, to avoid arousing suspicion.

In that case,

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Lindsey decided to remain silent.

Reece’s gaze darted between Lindsey and Carole.

One woman was

Domenic’s supposed girlfriend, the other his fiancée.

This tangled web of relationships was mind-boggling!

He felt trapped in a social minefield, unsure of what to say.

Needing to break the suffocating silence, Reece cleared his throat a little too loudly.

“Joining Domenic for dinner, Carole?” The question tumbled out, and

Reece instantly regretted it.

It was painfully obvious, making him feel like a social oaf.

Carole met his gaze, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her eyes flickering to the handsome, stoic man beside her and his head leaning on his shoulder.

“Domenic knows I adore this restaurant’s signature dish, so he brought me here for a treat.

”

Lindsey couldn’t help but steal another look, a frown creasing her brow.

Hadn’t Domenic mentioned they weren’t close, mere distant relatives? The intimacy they displayed now was confusing.

Even if

Carole was just his cousin, the sight of her leaning so possessively against Domenic rankled Lindsey.

Domenic, however, reacted with a frown of his own.

He gently nudged

Carole away, retrieving his arm and pushing the menu towards her with a hint of disdain.