NovelEnglishChapter 85
Serena wasn't too happy about Paisley's late return, making her displeasure crystal clear.
It took Paisley ages to calm her down, including an impromptu performance as the "evil witch" before Serena
finally agreed to go to sleep.
Maria, exhausted from the long day, crashed soon after Serena did.
Finally having a moment to herself, Paisley started going through Lucy's work messages. She'd just gotten out of
the shower and was ready to call it a night when the doorbell rang.
Paisley glanced at the time-past ten-thirty at night. 'Who in their right mind would be dropping by at this hour?"
she thought.
Making her way to the door, Paisley checked the video display. To her surprise, it was Dominick standing there.
"Seriously? What's this jerk doing here at this hour?" she muttered under her breath, not bothering to answer the
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Dominick seemed dead certain she was watching through the door, so he planted his face right in front of the
video doorbell. "Paisley, letin."
Paisley stared at the stupidly handsface filling up her screen and let out a resigned sigh. She had no clue
what his deal was, but Serena and Maria had just crashed for the night, and she didn't want to wake them.
Reluctantly, she buzzed Dominick in.
The moment Paisley opened the door, his tall frpractically collapsed on her. "Are you drunk?" She caught
him instinctively.
Dominick leaned heavily against her, his usually sharp, intense eyes now completely unfocused. He just stared
at her with this lost expression. "Paisley...don't teach him equestrian."
It took Paisley a moment to realize Dominick was talking about Nathaniel. She hadn't planned on taking
Nathaniel as her student, but hearing it from Dominick just made her want to argue. "That's my business, not
yours.
"You should head home. You're drunk," Paisley added, trying to usher him out.
"No, I'm not..." Dominick brushed off her attempt to guide him away, making his way to the couch and sinking
into it. "Paisley, | feel awful..." His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, probably remembering the kid and
nanny were asleep.
Dominick leaned back against the cushions, his breathing heavy.
Seeing he was genuinely unwell, Paisley dug through her bag for a hangover pill. She dropped it in swater
and handed him the glass. "Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better."
Dominick obediently took the glass and sipped the water, his movements slow and deliberate. The veins in his
neck stood out slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow beneath the warm glow of the living room
lights. He looked beautifully wrecked-all sharp edges and vulnerability.
Dominick drained the glass quickly, then ran his tongue across his bottom lip like he was chasing the taste. "This
flavor... | remember it.
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Of course he did. Paisley had developed these hangover pills specifically for him back then. It felt like forever ago
when Dominick had just taken over the company and was drowning in a sea of business meetings and
networking events.
Every tDominick stumbled hfrom those business dinners, she'd have a glass of water ready with the
medicine dissolved in it.
These days, Paisley never left town without packing an assortment of pills in her bag just in case. "You can leave
now," Paisley said coldly, dismissing him for the second time.
Dominick stayed put on the couch, suddenly giving her that puppy-dog look, his eyes getting slightly red at the
corners. The air of vulnerability around him was even stronger than before.
'Such a player," Paisley thought, and once the idea popped into her head, she couldn't shake it off.
"Why do you keep pushingaway, Paisley?" Dominick's eyes were intense, glistening with what looked
suspiciously like tears.
Paisley froze, completely thrown off guard. 'Is this man...actually pulling the puppy dog eyes on me? Seriously?’
she thought.
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