Marry To My Arch-nemesis

Chapter16

Isabella was on the verge of losing control, her throat tickling, nearly letting out a sound.

The instigator, Dominic, suddenly stopped and released her.

Isabella quietly sighed in relief, but she heard Dominic's slightly hoarse voice, tinged with mockery, near her ear.

"If you don't drink soon, your milk will get cold."

Isabella clutched the blanket, continuing to play possum.

She was pretending to be asleep. She couldn't hear anything!

Finally, Dominic stood up, walked to the door.

"I know you're not asleep." There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Click—

The door closed.

The scoundrel, he did it on purpose!

Isabella sat up, grabbing a pillow on instinct.

She raised her hand as if to strike but thought better of it, pulling back instead. She pounded the pillow a few times and then covered her flushed face with the blanket.

After such an embarrassing night, Isabella didn't want to face Dominic.

Early the next morning, she got up from bed, dressed, gathered her belongings, and quietly slipped out of the guest room with her violin.

To her surprise, she was early, but Dominic was even earlier.

As she stepped out of the guest room, Dominic was standing in front of the small fridge at the bar, taking out a bottle of sports drink.

He wore an all-black sportswear, a long-sleeved jacket casually hanging on his arm, and only a short-sleeved sports T-shirt on his upper body.

In the morning light, sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, clearly from a recent jog.

The black sportswear snugly outlined his muscular physique. Dominic, with his broad shoulders, long legs, and not a hint of excess fat around the waist, looked younger and more vibrant than the usual Wall Street elites in their suits.

Due to the swallowing motion while drinking, his prominent Adam's apple moved up and down. From head to toe, he exuded a strong masculine scent, and even Isabella couldn't help but admit it.

At this moment, Dominic was incredibly sexy.

Watching him, Isabella couldn't help but recall their high school days when he excelled in sports. In his first year at Meadowbrook High School, within two months, he was recruited into the school basketball team as a forward.

In basketball matches, he was always the king of scoring.

He helped Meadowbrook High School win the city championship twice and even reached the national competition. If it weren't for the fight with Maximilian, he might have won the MVP that year and secured admission to Meadowbrook University based on his basketball achievements alone.

Every time Dominic played basketball on the campus field, whether in the high school or middle school section, there was always a crowd of girls watching. Even Isabella, during breaks from practicing the violin in the art building, had seen him play.

Back then, Dominic was young and full of vitality. Despite his unruly behavior, getting into fights, and skipping classes, he was still the object of admiration for countless girls in the school.

Pinching the remaining half-bottle of sports drink, Dominic leaned his elbow on the bar, casting a sidelong glance at Isabella.

"Is your husband really that good-looking?"

The narcissist!

Isabella suppressed a cough and said, "The orchestra has a performance, and I need to go to school early for rehearsal. I'll leave first."

Dominic reached out to stop her. "I don't like eating alone. Accompany me for breakfast before you go."

"It's getting late, and the subway will be crowded."

"I'll drive you."

Isabella, not adept at lying, couldn't find another excuse. "Then... I'll go make breakfast!"

She lowered her head, slipped under his arm, and escaped into the kitchen.

Heating up milk, cramming slices of bread into the toaster, tying her apron, and washing her hands - Isabella, treated like a precious gem by her parents and older brother, had never been allowed in the kitchen to protect her hands for playing the violin.

Isabella's culinary skills were limited to making a cup of coffee or heating milk.

Accidentally, water splashed into the hot oil, causing a commotion. She quickly covered the pan with a lid and, when it calmed down, opened it to find the egg white charred.

"You're so clumsy!"

Muttering to herself, Isabella picked up the pan and dumped the burnt egg into the trash.

After cleaning the pan, she placed it back on the stove and grabbed the oil bottle.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and Dominic reached over from behind, grabbing the hand holding the oil bottle. "You can't have water in the pan when you pour oil; it could explode."

Pulling Isabella aside, Dominic casually removed the apron from her and tied it around himself. Pouring oil, cracking eggs... Dominic performed every action flawlessly, even playfully flipping the pan to turn the fried eggs.

Isabella stared in amazement. "You can cook?"

"I'm not like you," Dominic self-deprecatingly tugged at the corner of his lips. "I learned to cook when I was in high school."

Isabella was taken aback.

Dominic transferred to Meadowbrook High School in his first year of high school. She knew little about his past, having heard he studied abroad. Learning to cook in high school didn't seem like something a young master like him would do.

Serving the fried eggs onto a plate, Dominic grabbed the ketchup and squeezed a neat heart shape. "Madam Kingsley, aren't you going to take utensils?"

Isabella opened a drawer and took out utensils while Dominic set the breakfast on the table.

Sitting face to face, Isabella used a knife to cut the fried egg. The semi-cooked yolk was her favorite, and she enjoyed it, lips curling in satisfaction.

"Delicious."

It had been a long time since she had a breakfast that suited her taste. Dominic smiled faintly. "Did you make a good deal marrying me?"

Isabella chewed on the egg, remaining silent. In matters of food and sleep, she could choose not to respond.

Without waiting for her answer, Dominic said, "There's an important acquisition with the M Country company. I'll be on a business trip for a few days, probably back in about a week."

A week?

This meant she could hide for another week. Perfect!

He better go on business trips every day, never returning at night.

"Then..." Isabella tried to conceal her joy, "Wishing you a safe journey and a successful acquisition."

Dominic glanced at her lips about to burst with suppressed excitement. "Come with me."

Cough!

Isabella almost choked on her milk, hastily grabbing a tissue to wipe her lips.

Anxiously, she spoke, "This time really won't work. My dad has a doctor's consultation, and the orchestra has a performance. We have rehearsals every day. I'm the lead violinist, and I absolutely cannot be absent. Next time, next time... okay?"

Dominic raised an eyebrow. "Next time?"

"Next time, I'll definitely accompany you. No regrets."

"Well..." Dominic lowered his eyelashes, concealing a smile in his eyes. "Fine."

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief, continuing to eat. "Remember, keep your phone on 24/7. I need to find you anytime."

Reaching across the table, he placed his right hand on her head, staring into her eyes. "Come home on time every night, send me a location photo to check in. Don't go drinking in bars with shady people again. I don't want to have to send a lawyer to the police station to bail you out in the middle of the night."

Isabella nodded obediently. "I promise."

As long as he didn't insist on her sleeping with him, she would agree to any condition.

Wiping the milk off her chin with his finger, Dominic withdrew his hand. Glancing at her empty plate, he picked up his own fried egg and handed it to her. "I'm cutting down on fat. This is too oily."

With such a good physique, he was still cutting down on fat? How vain! Isabella thought to herself as she sarcastically sent the fried egg into her mouth. Perfect, she hadn't had enough!

After breakfast, they went downstairs together, where Michael and the driver were waiting.

Dominic escorted her to the school gate. Isabella, holding her violin, was about to get off when he held her wrist.

"Mrs. Kingsley, did you forget something?"

Isabella turned her head, looked at him, and realized.

Reaching out, she hugged his neck, pressing her cheek against his.

"Hunny, have a safe journey, and may the acquisition go smoothly."

Dominic smiled, lifting his right hand and handing her the bag containing the sheet music. "I meant your bag."

Outside the car door, Michael chuckled.

Should have skipped the kiss!

Blushing, Isabella snatched the bag and ran into the school.