He was staring at Caroline.
Dominic's brow was furrowed. His eyes were locked on his ex-wife's face. He took in her pale skin, the shadows under her eyes, and the stoic set of her jaw. There was no anger in his look. Instead, there was a complex mix of regret and a suppressed, painful longing. He looked like a man realizing he had thrown away a diamond to pick up a stone.
"Stay for dinner, Caroline," Eleanor pleaded. "Please."
"I can't," Caroline said softly. She gently extracted her hands from Eleanor's grip. "I have work to do. Take care of yourself, Eleanor."
Caroline turned and walked away. She moved with an elegant grace, her back straight, her head high. She didn't look back at Dominic once.
Dominic took a step forward, as if to follow her, his body moving on instinct.
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