Novel Update
Chapter 332
Chapter 332
Dominic definitely got the message from Evelyn.
She just wanted to be his lady, his partner in crime, his confidante.
The joy in her eyes blazed like an open flame, freely and boldly declaring her feelings for him.
Even a fool could read between the lines of her words.
Dominic found himself at a loss for what to do with her.
She was right, of course. His heart had been too hard, like a rock.
No, even harder than a rock.
Even a stone, held tight for a decade, might warm to the touch.
Yet he had wasted ten years of her life.
This time, the iciness in Dominic's gaze had melted away, revealing a genuine warmth.
He extended the toothbrush he was holding towards her, "Whatever you want to be, you've got to start
with taking care of yourself. Go ahead and brush your teeth, then we'll have some breakfast."
"At your command!" Evelyn took the toothbrush, already prepped with paste, and attempted to rise.
He gently pressed on her shoulder, "You just had surgery yesterday. No getting up. Just sit and brush
right here. I'll get a basin for you to spit into."
With that, Dominic quickly fetched a basin and placed it in front of her, indicating that she should spit
into it.
"Uh?" Evelyn felt a bit awkward.
She wanted to maintain a certain image in front of him, after all.
Spitting into a basin right in front of him seemed a bit too unrefined, didn't it?
"Why don't you just help me to the bathroom?" she suggested, looking up at him.
He was being considerate, "You shouldn't be walking around with that wound just yet."
"Alright then," she muttered under her breath, "seeing as we're going to be sharing a bed eventually."
In the future, it wouldn't just be brushing teeth he'd witness—every unglamorous moment, from
bathroom breaks to bed hair, would be out in the open.
Everyone eats and everyone has their less-than-perfect moments.
Rather than feel awkward about it later, better to get used to it now, to adapt early and get on with it.
With that mindset, Evelyn no longer felt embarrassed.
She brushed her teeth openly in front of him, and when it came time to rinse, she realized the water
Dominic had provided was warm.
Warm water for rinsing in the dead of winter ensured her teeth wouldn't be shocked by the cold.
He was considerate and attentive even now, she thought. If he was this thoughtful before they were
officially an item, how much more so would he be as her boyfriend?
She had seen Dominic in action as a doting uncle to his niece Angela, his meticulous care unmatched.
She could almost see her happy future unfolding.
After brushing, her teeth were fresh, and her mood lifted.
"Dominic, what brand is this toothpaste? The jasmine flavor is lovely. Is jasmine-flavored toothpaste NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
your usual preference?"
"Yeah, you like it?" he asked.
"I do, I do," Evelyn nodded, feeling like she understood him a little better now.
She imagined their future kisses infused with the scent of jasmine.
The thought made her look forward to what was to come.
After she finished brushing, Dominic swiftly handed her a warm towel.
"Wipe your mouth, wash your face."
Evelyn felt the warmth of the towel and her heart felt even warmer.
Her face, once wiped, seemed more radiant than ever.
Dominic hadn't really taken the time to look closely at her before.
But now, examining her features, he found her genuinely captivating.
Yet this quirky, spirited face belonged to Seraphim Haven's wealthiest woman.
On television and in the news, she appeared in a completely different light.
"Washing my face with warm water feels so good," she said, passing the towel back to him. "Dominic,
could you wring it out for me one more time?"
As Dominic took the towel and soaked it again, he had a question of his own.
"President Miller—I mean, Evelyn, I've got a question."
"Before you ask, change how you address me. It should be Evelyn, or Eve. Please don't call me
President Miller," she said, a request she had made countless times.
But still, he persisted with the formal title.
Not wanting to press her, she suggested, "How about just Evelyn for now? Can you manage that?"
"Alright, Evelyn it is," he conceded.
"So, what's your question?"
"In the news and on TV, you're always so decisive and commanding. But in person, you're playful and
charming. Which one is the real you?"
"Do you think I'm cute? Cute enough to win over your heart?"
Dominic's expression immediately turned serious.
Evelyn pouted playfully, "Okay, okay, I'll answer seriously, no more teasing."
She confessed that she never enjoyed playing the role of the assertive CEO, dealing with cunning
adversaries and constant power struggles.
She'd much rather live a simple and happy life.
"Just me, a cat, a dog, a couple of kids, and the changing of the seasons," she mused.
But life had other plans. At nineteen, her father was betrayed and confined to a wheelchair. Her mother
couldn't hold the fort, so Evelyn had to step up.
Everything about commanding respect was taught to her by Harrison. She had to learn on the fly.
She hated wearing a mask, pretending to be stern and imposing.
Evelyn shared a lot all at once, opening up to Dominic.
He reflected on their conversation.
Both he and Roxanne came from humble beginnings, clawing their way out of poverty.
His knack for computers made him a top-tier hacker, earning him enough to invest and achieve
financial independence.
But no amount of money could shake the memory of his impoverished, orphaned childhood.
He had always thought wealth meant happiness and a life without worries.
Evelyn's troubles, it seemed, weren't something money could fix.
After washing her face a second time, Evelyn felt refreshed.
Perhaps it was Dominic's presence, but even the pain from her surgery seemed to fade.
She handed the towel back to him, flashing a playful grin. "You know, Dominic, you're so sweet and
caring. If I ever have your baby, you better pamper me during my postpartum recovery, deal?"
She reveled in Dominic's attentiveness.
But she wasn't just taking. She planned to give back much, much more.
The mention of having kids sent a shiver straight up Dominic's spine.
He had seen Roxanne almost died when giving birth to Angela.
Sure, childbirth was a natural part of life.
But even the most natural things could be deadly.
He couldn't bear the thought of his woman facing such a risk, his face darkened, "I'm not fond of kids."