Chapter 4
Emma sat in the VIP section of the concert hall, surrounded by melodious music, facing Dominic’s tender smile.
He leaned down to adjust her shawl, asking softly: “Cold?”
She shook her head but winced involuntarily as her abdomen cramped.
Dominic immediately noticed: “Your period started?”
She felt the warm flow beneath her and nodded.
Then in the next second, his warm palm pressed against her abdomen, gently massaging as he apologized: “Does it hurt badly? Should we leave?”
Emma shook her head.
Unable to persuade her, Dominic called his assistant to bring feminine products and heating pads.
Throughout this time, his attention remained completely on her, occasionally rubbing her belly, asking if she wanted hot water or a blanket, attentive as though she were still his treasured jewel.
Half an hour later, someone hurried over, whispering: “Mr. Chase, the items have arrived.”
Emma and Dominic both turned to see Stella standing there.
She held a paper bag in her hands, her hair slightly damp, her complexion still noticeably pale.
Seeing Stella, Dominic’s expression instantly darkened: “You’re barely recovered–who told you to come? Didn’t I
specifically ask for Jackson?”
Stella bit her lip, her voice soft: “Jackson is negotiating a project. I was worried Emma was in pain, and that you’d be
anxious waiting, so I came myself…”
With that, she handed over the bag carefully, adding: “It’s pouring outside, and I forgot my umbrella… But don’t worry, I protected the heating pad and supplies. They’re completely dry.”
Dominic’s expression went through several changes before taking the bag and handing it to Emma: “Baby, I’ll go
with you to change.”
Emma didn’t speak, taking the supplies to the restroom.
When she came out, Dominic, who’d promised to wait outside, was nowhere to be seen.
She was about to leave when she heard faint sounds from the adjacent bathroom.
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Following the sound, she approached only to find Dominic pressing Olivia against the bathroom sink, kissing her deeply.
Stella half–heartedly pushed against him: “Stop… Emma’s waiting for you…”
“Forget her for now.” Dominic’s voice was low and husky. “Running through that rain for me–are you trying to break my heart?”
“I just didn’t want her to suffer… or for you to be upset seeing her in pain…” Stella’s voice wavered tearfully. “I only want to see you happy…”
Dominic seemed even more moved, kissing her deeper until Stella let out a soft moan.
He chuckled softly: “Getting excited?”
Stella blushed, pushing him away: “Go back to Emma… I can… handle this myself…”
“Handle it how?” Dominic’s voice held playful affection. “These things need a man’s touch to feel good.”
With that, his hand slid downward.
Then came the rustling of clothes, Stella’s stifled gasps, and Dominic’s low coaxing: “Relax, baby…”
Emma stood outside, feeling her heart being ripped to shreds.
She remembered their first kiss.
At eighteen, he had cupped her face beneath exploding fireworks, asking nervously: “Emma, can I kiss you?”
She’d nodded shyly, and he leaned down, treating her like fragile porcelain.
She remembered their first night together.
He’d been so restrained, repeatedly asking if she hurt, only fully claiming her when she shook her head. Afterward, he’d held her for hours, promising to cherish her forever.
But now, here he was in a public bathroom, pleasuring another woman with his fingers.
Her heart felt physically torn in two, the pain almost unbearable: Dominic Chase, your betrayal is absolute!
She stumbled backward, accidentally knocking over a decorative vase.
‘Who’s out there?” Dominic’s sharp voice called out.
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