Crushed Affections (Dominic and Bella)

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Chapter 445 He's the Prince, but She's Not the Princess Bella exhaled in relief after texting Sean to cancel their meeting for the day. Things had already progressed far enough. She felt that there was no need to stir up more trouble. Once Sean replied with a simple "Okay," she promptly deleted the messages and call log. At breakfast, Bella kept sneaking glances at Dominic. His icy demeanor made the atmosphere tense.

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Finally, she broke the silence. "Everyone knowsas 'Mrs. Miller' now. When you marry someone else, that lie is going to fall apart. When that happens, the baby and I will be the ones caught in the crossfire. Do you have any plans for what comes next? You should've answeredclearly when you decided to keephere." Dominic set his fork down, looking at her evenly. "What do you wantto do?" She wanted to say, "Marry me." But the thought of him rejecting her held her back. Instead, she forced a playful smile. "What do you think? I can't decide for you. All I know is, I don't feel secure right now." His response was as cold as ever. "If it's making you uneasy, stop thinking about it." The conversation ended there. After finishing breakfast, Dominic headed upstairs to shower and catch up on sleep.

Bella spent most of the day idly flipping through a book in the living room. She absentmindedly stroked Pudding's head so many times the poor dog looked like he might go bald. Her boredom was painfully obvious. When Dominic finally woke up, he headed straight for the door. It was clear that he was planning to leave again. Frustrated, Bella called after him, "Am I invisible to you or something? If you're going to leave, don't bother coming back!" Dominic stopped and turned to look at her, his tone as dry as ever. "I've recovered from my 'insanity'. Have you caught it now?" Her jaw dropped. She was speechless. When he'd been inexplicably sweet to her, she thought he was acting crazy. Nowe he was using it against her. Was it really so odd for her to try to engage him? Hadn't she been trailing after him like a lovesick puppy not too long ago? She huffed, tossing her book onto the couch harder than necessary. Ultimately, she accepted that one couldn't rush these things. She needed to take it one step at a time, even if twas running out. Suddenly, she heard Dominic's footsteps approaching. She glanced at him, confused. "I thought you were leaving. What are you doing here?" He held up Pudding's leash. "Figured you'd change the locks while I was out. Isn't that what you'd do? Do you want to cwalk the dog?" His petty jab caught her off guard, and her mood lightened. Without saying a single word, she headed to the door to grab her shoes. She picked a pair of white sneakers with laces They were comfortable but tricky to put on without using her hands. She instinctively crouched but immediately straightened up, holding onto the doorfrfor support.

It was the first tshe truly felt the inconvenience of her pregnancy. With her belly growing larger, even the simplest tasks felt cumbersome.

Just as she was about to give up and grab a different pair, Dominic stepped forward, crouching in front of her. He picked up the shoes and said, "Chere. Lethelp you." She froze, staring at his outstretched hand. His fingers were long and clean, a stark contrast to the task he was offering to do. Knowing how much of a germaphobe he was, how could she possibly bring herself to place her foot in his hand? When she didn't move, he looked up and glared at her. "Are you going to wear your shoes or not?"

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Reluctantly, she turned her face away and gingerly lifted her foot, bracing herself for the inevitable look of for disgust. Her feet were small and easily fit into his palm. Curiosity got the better of her, and

she snuck a glance at him. The scene reminded her of a prince skipping'a e glass slipper on a princess. Except this wasn't a f

tale. He was the prince, sure, but she was no princess. And the shoes on her feet weren't glas's slippers. They were just plain, ordinary White sneakers.

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