Hendrix knew more than anyone about Domenic’s love for Lindsey.


    He saw the growing distance between them and feltpelled to defend his boss.


    Lindsey stayed quiet.


    Noticing Lindsey’s unchanging expression, Hendrix blurted out, “The problems you and yourpany faced were all resolved by my boss.


    Without him, you…”


    Lindsey stopped abruptly and turned to face Hendrix, her Lips curling with a touch of coldness.


    “Even if he did help me, that does not change the fact that he lied.


    He could have been honest from the beginning if he trusted me.


    We could have faced everything together.


    But he chose to hide things.


    Was not that because he was afraid I would act out of line once I knew who he really was? Maybe cling to him, try to attach to the Walsh Group, or even expose our rtionship andplicate things for him?”


    Hendrix found himself at a loss for words.


    Domenic never shared his deepest thoughts, so Hendrix could not confirm whether Domenic had the same intentions Lindsey described.


    Yet, from Domenic’s viewpoint, he likely opted for the safest route to avoid potential issues.


    By hiding his true identity from Lindsey, he managed to keep her apart from the Walsh Group’splications, which was his cautious way of protecting her.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.


    “Miss Stewart, I believe…”


    Before Hendrix could finish, Lindsey interrupted him, raising her voice.


    “Mr.


    Coleman, as his trusted assistant, your words do not have much persuasiveness with me.


    ”


    Lindsey’s remark left Hendrix momentarily speechless, making him realize just how sharp-tongued she was, always leaving him speechless.


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    He was just a nobody; his role was to perform his duties and follow the boss’s orders.


    It wasn’t his ce to meddle in their personal affairs.


    With this realization, Hendrix chose not to continue.


    He gave Lindsey a gentle nod and said, “Sorry, I have spoken too much.


    ”


    They reached the door of the suite.


    Hendrix opened it and respectfully told Lindsey, “I will stay at the door until my boss returns.


    If you need anything, please just let me know.


    ”


    After a brief nce at him, Lindsey nodded and entered the suite.


    Once inside, Lindsey shut the door, leaned back against it, slid slowly to the floor, and sat down.


    The night’s revtions had thrown her thoughts into confusion.


    She needed time to think everything through.


    Yet, every time her mind reyed Domenic’s past deceptions and her own naive trust, she found it impossible to settle down, feeling as though he had been ying games with her.


    Even though he might have had reasons to protect her, why couldn’t he trust that she could handle the risks and pressures alongside him?


    Why did he choose deceit and lies as the foundation of their rtionship?


    She longed for his transparency and truthfulness, yet he never considered giving that to her.


    Each promise he made now proved false, and each gesture of sincerity was just an act tofort her.


    This was a kind of arrogance unique to those in power.


    She believed he just wanted to dominate everything, and it led him to fabricate everything.


    He had carefully nned everything from the beginning, manipting and ying with her at his leisure.


    The profound pain ripped through Lindsey’s heart.


    She felt an urge to drown her sorrows in alcohol.


    She rose and walked to the living room, fetched a bottle of wine from the cab, and poured herself a ss.


    She gulped it quickly.


    One after another, she emptied the bottle.


    Lying on the sofa, she reyed every interaction with Domenic in her mind: his gentle touches, his thoughtfulness, his concern, his warm hugs, his tender embraces, his alluring thin lips…