Cynthia didn’t lift her head from Dominic’s embrace until the car had pulled away from the restaurant and merged into the evening traffic. Only then did she glance up, her voice careful and hushed.
“Are you sure they didn’t see me just now?”
Her plan was finally about to succeed. Once she helped Dominic secure eighty percent of VistaSphere Group’s shares, she could return to the Capital. At this crucial juncture, Cynthia couldn’t afford even the slightest misstep.
Dominic noticed the anxious look on her face, annoyance flickering in his eyes. He withdrew his hand and let go of her.
“No idea,” he replied curtly.
Panic tightened in Cynthia’s chest.
Damn it. What if they did see me? Those old foxes were masters at pretending nothing had happened, only to scheme behind everyone’s backs.
Dominic’s jaw tightened as he leaned back in his seat, the shadows in his eyes turning cold.
“Are you really that scared of people seeing us together?”
Cynthia nodded without hesitation. “Of course. Right now, it’s all about psychological warfare. We can’t let Father Benedict catch on to anything.”
Dominic’s expression stayed frosty. “And what if he does? You think he’d actually dare go up against me?”
Cynthia fell silent. Maybe that was true, but if word got out, the whole operation would probably drag on even longer. She was desperate to finish her business here and finally get back to the Capital.
Dominic noticed her hesitation. He reached out, pulled her firmly into his arms, and didn’t let her go.
“Tell me you’re not still thinking about getting back together with Benedict,” he murmured.
His handsome face was suddenly inches from hers, and as he spoke, Cynthia could feel his warm breath brush against her lips. His head dipped lower, lips nearly grazing hers.
She froze, the smell of whiskey on him making her dizzy. Every pore in her body buzzed with nervous energy, and her heart was pounding out of control.
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