Chapter 320


    In the days following his surgery, Dominic''s vision was clouded, his optic nerves pressured into


    darkness.


    He couldn''t see a thing.


    It wasn''t just the indignity of needing assistance for trips to the bathroom; even the simple acts of


    eating and dressing were in the hands of the caregiver named Eve.


    He should have known it was Everlyn.


    No wonder he''d felt that "Eve''s" voice sounded off, always speaking with a strained whisper.


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    It was Evelyn, disguising her voice so he wouldn''t recognize her.


    Dominic wasn''t sure whether to be grateful or irate.


    But this wasn''t the time for anger, nor was it the moment for gratitude.


    Because he was still undressed.


    He hurriedly found some clothes and retreated to the bathroom to change. When he came out, Evelyn


    was waiting for him in the room.


    Their gazes locked.


    His face was stern, devoid of any smile. "Did you do this on purpose?"


    "Yes, I did it on purpose."


    The unpleasantness of the previous night had already faded from Evelyn''s memory.


    With a yful smile, she teased Dominic, her fingers gently lifting his chiseled chin, finding amusement


    in his difort.


    Dominic was undeniably handsome.


    The surgery had left him with a shaved head, and though his hair had started to grow back, it was still


    barely longer than a buzz cut. This style only entuated his sharp, gentle features.


    Even without a smile, he exuded the charisma of a refined gentleman, his face radiating kindness and


    warmth.


    So even when Dominic rarely returned her smiles, Evelyn never felt a chill from him.


    She admired him openly. "Dominic, am I the only woman in the world who has seen you in all your


    glory? Don''t be so upset. After all, it''s my responsibility since I''ve seen everything."


    Dominic pushed her wandering hand away from his chin. "I don''t need you to take responsibility. Just


    tell me how you want to be thanked for looking after me. And no, marrying you is not an option."


    "Who said anything about making you marry me? I''m the one who wants to marry you," Evelyn


    retorted, unbothered by his cold remarks.


    She seemed immune to his barbs.


    Leaning close to his ear, she whispered something yful and suggestive, causing Dominic''s face to


    flush with embarrassment.


    She stepped back,ughing heartily at his reaction. "Dominic, you''re such a prude," she teased, her


    affection for him growing.


    Actually, her words hadn''t been all that provocative—simply apliment on his attractive appearance,


    with a yful double entendre about his stature.


    Despite feeling mocked, Dominic tried to seem unruffled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I never


    would''ve guessed that President Miller, of Seraphim Haven''s wealthiest, could be so superficial."


    With a huff, he turned away.


    Evelyn just smiled wider. "Yes, I''d rather be a rich, shallow, lustful woman than the domineering CEO


    forced to wear a mask every day. If only I weren''t pushed into it, who would want to bear the burden of


    family business? I''d much rather be an ordinary girl cherished by a man."


    She sighed, almost as if she could write a book of woes.


    Evelyn had never wanted to be a CEO; she had taken up the family mantle out of necessity, making


    even dating a challenge.


    "Let''s not dwell on the fact that I''ve seen you naked. After all, it was bound to happen sooner orter,"


    she said, grabbing Dominic''s hand. "Come on, let''s have breakfast. You drankst night; I bet your


    stomach is upset. I made you some nourishing soup."


    She practically dragged him downstairs to the dining table, where the soup was ready and the side


    dishes were prepared by her own hand.


    She pushed Dominic into a seat. "Don''t be so grumpy. Eat your breakfast, then I have to go to an


    important interview. It airs tonight on the local economic channel at eight. Don''t forget to watch it."


    Meanwhile, at the Rodriguez Vi.


    In the transparent kitchen with its 270-degree panoramic windows, Vincent and the nutritionist were


    preparing the morning''s breakfast.


    Seeing his early-rising son Harrison approach, Vincent dismissed the nutritionist and asked,


    "Roxanne''s still asleep, isn''t she?"


    Harrison nodded and walked over. "Dad, you haven''t been sleeping well either. Why don''t you get


    some more rest?"


    "I don''t need much sleep at my age," Vincent replied, rinsing soybeans and nuts for the soy milk, then


    turned to his son. "Actually, I need to talk to you about something."


    Harrison listened attentively as he assisted his father with the preparations.


    Vincent nced at him sidelong. "Grab that bowl for the beans."


    Handing the bowl to his father, Harrison heard Vincent continue, "We have servants, so you don''t


    usually do this kind of work. But if Roxannees into the kitchen, you need to be by her side, helping


    her. Learn to do things for her. Be gentle and considerate. Roxanne enjoys a cozy life."


    "I understand, Dad," Harrison said, helping out.


    Vincent kept busy as he spoke. "Also, about having a second child."


    But before he could finish, Harrison quickly stated his position. "Dad, I''ve decided against having


    Roxanne go through another pregnancy."


    The birth of Ang had nearly cost Roxanne her life. Both the mother and daughter had narrowly


    escaped death.


    He couldn''t bear to put Roxanne through that ordeal again.


    "One child is enough for me."


    Vincent agreed. "That''s what I think too. Don''t let Roxanne get pregnant again. Be careful."


    Harrison suddenly felt a surge of gratitude. "Dad, thank you for being so understanding."


    As the paramount family of Seraphim Haven, it was expected to marry someone of equal social status


    and to have sons to continue the legacy.


    Yet, his father had never pressured him on these matters.


    Surrounded by people drawn to their power and wealth, they often missed out on genuine affection.


    But in this moment, Harrison felt the rare warmth of his father''s support.


    Vincent had always been a man of tradition, a pir in a world where high society''s conventions ruled


    supreme. Yet, for Harrison to grasp the true essence of life''s warmth, he cast aside those antiquated


    notions and supported his rtionship with Roxanne, a girl from the other side of the tracks.


    The lengths Vincent went to for the sake of their union were nothing short of Herculean.


    This time, Harrison truly understood the depths of Vincenta''s thoughtful efforts.


    In the kitchen, Vincent was blending a smoothie, a mix of soy milk and carefully selected nuts.


    "Harrison," he said with a gentle authority, "this time around, you''ve got to cherish Roxanne. Put


    yourself in her shoes, think about what she needs, and learn to understand her. Live a good life


    together."


    The weight of Vincent''s love was something Harrison felt more acutely with each passing moment.


    He watched as Vincent pressed the button on the blender, his movements not as swift as they were


    back in his golfing days.


    Observing Vincent quietly, Harrison noticed the changes.


    It wasn''t long ago that Vincent had dyed his hair, a vain attempt to reim the vigor of youth.


    But now, the roots at his temples were silver once more, betraying the passage of time.


    In Harrison''s memory, Vincent was always the spry elder, full of pep and vigor.


    How had time managed to paint him with such strokes of age so quickly?