Chapter 130: Love to Pinch Her Waist
Bella was petrified. Would Dominic explode with anger if he discovered she’d taken his phone without permission and guessed his password? She crouched on the floor, paralyzed with fear. Despite the darkness, he'd somehow managed to grab her arm, pulling her onto the bed and into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his jaw on her shoulder. He inhaled her scent deeply before falling back asleep.
After confirming Dominic remained asleep, Bella accessed his phone and quickly deleted all evidence of her intrusion. Escape seemed impossible; she was trapped in his grasp.
Early the next morning, Dominic woke. Sensing Bella was awake but feigning sleep, he went to the bathroom. The sound of running water signaled her opportunity to leave.
Back in her room, exhausted, Bella collapsed onto her bed. It was still early, so she allowed herself a short nap. Time flew; what felt like minutes stretched into over an hour.
Bella's alarm jolted her awake, grumpy and resistant to rising. Sylvia knocked, announcing, "Ms. Jones, are you awake? Mr. Miller asked me to check on you. He's worried you won't wake up on time." The mention of Dominic instantly roused Bella, filling her with resentment.
Downstairs, she found Dominic gone. "Has he left?" she asked Sylvia.
Sylvia nodded. "He left early for a company matter. That's why he asked me to wake you. He also said…"
"He also asked you to tell me to drive carefully to and from the office, considering my driving skills," Sylvia finished, carefully softening Dominic's words.
Bella smiled knowingly. "Sylvia, you don't have to sugarcoat it. He probably said something like, 'She's a terrible driver. Tell her to be careful commuting; no need for suicidal driving!'"
Sylvia was surprised. "How did you know?"
Bella smiled, offering no explanation. Years of living with Dominic had taught her to understand his harsh, though precise, language.
At the hospital, Bella plunged into a series of surgeries. During breaks, she stretched her aching waist. The persistent soreness felt like torture.
Her colleagues noticed her discomfort. "Your waist hurts badly? Why not get it checked? It's not far," they suggested.
Bella nodded quietly, already mentally stabbing Dominic countless times with a pencil. He had a habit of pinching her waist…
As her workday ended, she received a message from Dominic: he was home and wanted her to return early. Still fuming from the previous day's events, defiance surged through her. She switched off her phone and went to Lia's studio. Oscar was absent, and Lia seemed lovesick and despondent. "Why hasn't Oscar come to see me? Do you think he's tired of me?" she lamented.
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