Chapter 787

The next day, Dominic woke early. He came downstairs in a white turtleneck sweater and dark casual pants, looking crisp and put together. The only thing out of place was the faint shadow beneath his eyes.

Marianne spotted him first. Her gaze lingered on his face. "Dominic, didn't you sleep well? Not used to a new bed?"

"No." Dominic walked over and steadied her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.