“I should probably do it myself,” Lindsey said, holding his arm and looking up at him shyly.


    “Don’t worry.


    I’ll be very gentle.


    ”


    Domenic turned on the hair dryer, carefully drying her hair.


    His touch was soft, and he adjusted the dryer’s speed and temperature perfectly.


    Lindsey peeked at his focused face, feeling a warmth spread through her heart.


    As a child, her mother used to dry her hair after showers, a memory from long ago.


    No one had cared for her like this since her mother’s departure.


    Domenic was the first person in years to dry her hair for her.


    In that moment, Lindsey felt fortunate that the man she encountered that night was him.


    She was grateful he had found her and remained by her side.


    Early in the morning, the gentle sunlight bathed the two of them asleep in bed.


    Lindsey’s eyshes fluttered as she gently opened her eyes.


    Domenic’s handsome face appeared in her sight.


    He breathed evenly and slowly with his eyes closed.


    Typically, by the time Lindsey woke up, Domenic was either busy making breakfast or had already left.


    This was her first time seeing him sleep so soundly.


    The business trip must have left him quite tired.


    Not wanting to disturb his slumber, Lindsey cautiously slid out from under the covers and out of the bed.


    She quietly opened the door and stepped outside.


    Domenic was the usual cook.


    Today, having risen early, she decided it was her turn to prepare breakfast.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    Entering the kitchen, Lindsey opened the fridge and grabbed two eggs.


    Actually, cooking was not her forte.


    Ever since her mother’s departure, she had been left to fend for herself food-wise.


    Her father, absorbed in his work, would simply give her money each month, leaving her to eat outside.


    As a child, she often settled for snacks, and as she grew older, she frequented restaurants or relied on takeout.


    At first, Lindsey liked the freedom to eat whatever she wished, without anyonementing on her diet.


    Yet, over time, she found herself longing for her mother’s home-cooked meals and thefort of her mother’s gentle nagging.


    It was only then that she realized the joy of having someone care about her.


    Lindsey nced at the fried egg recipe on her phone and found it to be quite simple.


    With confidence, she began to cook the eggs.


    Meanwhile, Domenic woke up after Lindsey had left the bed.


    He ran a hand through his hair, looking around the empty room.


    He grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check the time.