chapter 27

"Thank you," Rosie said, her eyes shining with gratitude as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. But she quickly pulled back, her face falling. "I'm sorry."

Dominic smiled. "It's fine."

Her gaze lingered on his, her expression searching for something more.

He understood the unspoken question in her eyes. "What do you want to say? Talk to me." He encouraged.

She raised her gaze. "Why did you leave me alone yesterday? You promised never to forsake me, but after a little argument, you just left me... Is that how you're supposed to act? Hun? How can you get angry when I'm angry?" Her questions tumbled out.

His face broke into a warm smile. "I wasn't angry at you, how dare I do that to my sister?" He teased. "I just gave you some space, I thought you needed. I left because I didn't want my presence to irritate you further. It hurt me to see you like that."

Her face lit up, appeased by his excuse. "Okay, but don't do that again."

"Okay," he nodded understandingly. "But will you get angry again?"

She shook her head. "No, I won't."

His face softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good girl," he whispered, making her grin.

"Let me help you to the bathroom." She offered.

"I'm not using the bathroom again," he replied, his tone deadpan.

They locked eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter simultaneously.

She smirked. "I knew it."

"When are we going home?" He asked.

She shook her head. "We aren't going back to that house. I've already asked Hannahto book a hotel room. We'll stay there for a while until the new house is ready. Everything should be done within five days."

His brow furrowed. "Why are we changing houses?"

Her expression turned serious. "Because of what happened. We can't go back there without knowing what might happen next."

His tone was reassuring. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'm sure the guy will be too scared to come back. He won't risk it."

"Are you sure?" She asked, her doubt evident.

He nodded confidently. "Yes," he assured. His expression turned determined as he added, "have you contacted the police to start an investigation? We need to find the guy and figure out who's behind this."

"Not yet. I couldn't think straight when you were still unconscious. I was too worried," she explained. "We'll get in touch with them once we get out of here."

His eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Did you have any run-ins with anyone on your way home? Did you encounter anyone suspicious?"

She shook her head. "No, the cab took me in front of the company and took me straight to the house."

"That means the guy must have been tracking your movements since you left the office. He knew you were alone, so he made his move." He pointed out.

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that makes sense."

His expression turned thoughtful. "But the guy didn't seem to have a personal vendetta against you. Someone must have hired him. Did he mention any names?"

Her response was immediate. "No."

"Who could have sent him?" He pondered, his eyes locked onto hers. "Does anyone come to mind?"

Her brow furrowed as she bit her lip, her arms crossing over her chest. "Yes, but two people come to mind, and I'm not sure who exactly it is."

His curiosity was piqued. "Who?"

"It's either Phoebe or Reginald. Those two are my suspects," she revealed, her voice laced with uncertainty.

His expression turned reassuring. "Don't worry, the police will do their job."

She nodded, seeming to accept his words. "Okay."

His tone shifted, becoming more intimate. "Get me some tea."

She nodded and turned to leave. "Okay, I'll be back."

As she reached the door, he called her. "Rosie."

She turned back, her eyes questioning. "What's it? Do you need anything else?"

His gaze lingered on hers, but he shook his head. "Nothing. You can go,"

As soon as she walked out, his voice dropped to a whisper, his words meant only for himself. "Rosie, I love you... Will you be mine?" His confession hung; a secret only he knew.