Chapter 937

Domenic strode towards Lindsey, stopping before her.

He met her gaze, captivated by the subtle tremor of her delicate features.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke in that familiar, magnetic voice that had sent shivers down her spine countless times.

“Linds,” he murmured, “as long as my heart beats, I’ll be your shield.

”

His hand gently enveloped hers, his touch reverent, as if cradling a precious treasure.

“Forgive me,” he whispered.

“I lied.

But one thing has never been a lie – my love for you.

”

Lindsey, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, stared at him, her mind a whirlwind.

“But when you ended things,” she stammered, “you said you didn’t love me anymore.

”

Domenic chuckled softly.

“Forgive me again,” he said.

“Seems I lied about that too.

A terrible man, I am.

He gazed at her intently, his voice laced with vulnerability.

“So, will you…”

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His voice trailed off, the question hanging in the air.

“Will you trust me again?”

“I…” Uncertainty gnawed at Lindsey’s heart.

This was a turn of events she hadn’t anticipated.

Domenic had chosen her.

But why? He’d lied, toyed with her emotions for so long.

Was this just another cruel game?

For a moment, her mind went blank.

She felt utterly bewildered, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Could she trust him again? Part of her yearned to believe, but the scars of his past deceit ran deep.

Yet, here he stood, the heir to the Walsh empire, throwing it all away for her.

Her mind reeled, caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

The room erupted in heated murmurs.

Kristy, seated towards the back, gaped in astonishment, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Carole, her face contorted in disbelief, stumbled back, narrowly avoiding a fall.

Domenic’s choice — it was simply unthinkable!

How could he? How dare he?

Carole, the epitome of grace and elegance, felt her carefully crafted facade crumble.

Grief surged through her.

Domenic valued Lindsey more than any power or wealth.

He’d relinquished the Walsh Group to protect her.

The dream of becoming his wife was shattered.

And she had reduced to a mere shadow compared to Lindsey.

Carole was furious and couldn’t understand why he would made such a choice.

She, his childhood savior, the one who had endured unimaginable pain for him, who had transformed herself into the woman Jordan appreciated — all for Domenic.

How could she be overshadowed by Lindsey?

Carole, all her grace and poise dissolving, lurched forward and grasped Domenic’s arm, her voice thick with tears.

“Domenic,” she sobbed, “you’re lying! How could you choose her? All you ever wanted was the Walsh Group, right?”

Domenic’s gaze turned icy as he met Carole’s desperate eyes.

With a firm movement, he dislodged her hand.

“Domenic Walsh! You promised me!” Tears choked her voice as she clenched her fists.

“I saved your life! You swore to grant me one wish! My only desire is to be your wife!”

“Carole,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth, “you seem to be forgetting something.

I said I’d do anything for you, except for this.

”

Carole’s eyes, bloodshot and wild, fixated on Domenic.

A chilling laugh escaped her lips.

“Except for this one thing, huh? Fine then.

”