Chapter 303
Chapter 303:
Seeing Dominic only intensified my rage. I recalled how he had manipulated me, leading me to cause Clayton a great loss. I sneered, “You seem to have a lot of free time. Shouldn’t you be busy hunting instead of loitering around a pit?”
Dominic raised an eyebrow, unbothered by my sarcasm. “True, hunting is indeed more engaging than watching a little animal stuck in a pit. Well, I’ll leave you to enjoy your stay here.”
With that, he turned to leave. I was taken aback by his casual dismissal. Without thinking, I called out urgently, “Hey! Wait! Wait!”
Could Dominic really be leaving me here like this? I stared in disbelief at the edge of the pit and muttered angrily, “What a bastard!” The silence from above was maddening, and I turned away, determined to find a way out on my own.
Just then, Dominic’s slightly mocking voice echoed down to me once more. “You still have the energy to curse me. Perhaps I should have left you here after all.”
Dominic hadn’t actually left! “Alright! Your Highness!” I called out, frustration and desperation mingling in my voice. Despite my anger, I had to try to convince him to help. I managed to put on an awkward smile and shouted, “At least help me call for someone to rescue me.”
To my astonishment, Dominic didn’t respond with words—he jumped into the pit, landing gracefully beside me. Startled, I took a few steps back, my eyes widening in disbelief. “What… Why did you jump down here?”
“I’m here to keep you company,” Dominic said, a faint, almost sinister smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t want you to accuse me of abandoning you.”
Keep me company? I was skeptical. My guard remained unwavering. I muttered under my breath, “You’re probably scheming some new trick to harm me.”
It was as if I had hit a nerve. Dominic’s face darkened instantly, his displeasure flickering like a storm cloud. He narrowed his eyes and shot back coldly, “Is this really how you see me?”
With a mocking smile, I averted my gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. “Isn’t it? I haven’t forgotten what happened at the bar!”
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Dominic’s frown deepened, and he threatened, “Do you dare speak to me like that? Aren’t you afraid I might actually leave you here?”
“Regardless, you’re here now. Sooner or later, someone will notice,” I scoffed, turning away from him, unwilling to continue the conversation.
My icy demeanor seemed to ignite his temper. Dominic abruptly stepped forward and seized my chin, his grip firm enough to make his anger palpable.
“Is it really so painful to part ways with Clayton?” His eyes, usually cold, now shimmered with unspoken emotion as his voice turned frosty.
Though my chin was pinched painfully, I glared at him defiantly. “Yes! I can handle being misunderstood by anyone, but not by Prince Clayton!”
“Ha-ha…” Dominic’s face twisted into a sarcastic smile, a look I couldn’t quite decipher. “I see. You went out of your way to prepare Clayton’s favorite dish yesterday, cleaned yourself up in the hot spring pool, and waited for him, moaning with such affection. I never knew you could be so passionate.”
My face flushed crimson with a mix of shame and fury. I had felt someone’s gaze last night, and now it dawned on me that Dominic had been eavesdropping on my intimate moments in the hot spring pool.
“You pervert, Dominic!” I spat, struggling to break free from his hold.
But he forcefully slammed me against the pit’s wall, immobilizing me for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and kissed me with a ferocity that spoke of his anger. His lips and tongue tangled with mine in a brutal, consuming dance.
Startled, I instinctively fought back, and in my struggle, I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He yelped in pain and released me, the kiss breaking. Our lips parted, a glistening strand of saliva lingering between us. A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.
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