UNSPOKEN FEELINGS
The atmosphere inside the Golden Star Luxury Hotel was suffocating. Dominic Sinclair sat in the oppressive silence of the VIP lounge, his gaze fixed on the entrance with a cold, calculating intensity. He had waited over an hour, his patience eroding with every tick of his diamond watch. For a man who commanded the operating theater with precision, this level of inefficiency was an insult. He didn't do waiting. His time was far too precious to waste on a woman who didn't even possess the decency to show up. With a sharp, decisive motion, Dominic stood up, tossed a stack of bills onto the table without glancing at the total, and strode out. The irritation in his chest was a living thing, flaring like a fever. He had sacrificed his surgical schedule, his sanctuary of control for a familial
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