Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 823

Dominick stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to his skin and his hair damp from the hot water. He was in the middle of drying off when a servant entered, bowing low as he approached.

"What's this?" Dominick asked, pausing mid-motion as his eyes landed on the bouquet the servant held.

"A delivery for you, Your Highness," the servant replied.

Dominick took the flowers and dismissed him with a brief nod. Once alone, he set the bouquet on the nightstand and plucked the small card tucked between the petals. His thumb traced the writing, and he read the message.

{I hope you don't stay upset with me.}

A smile tugged at his lips. He inhaled the scent of the lilies before putting them carefully into a vase near the bedside table.

"I'm not upset with her; she completely misunderstood," he murmured to the empty room.

He hadn't meant to ghost her; the urgent work with Casaio had consumed him from the moment they finished their light lunch until deep into the night. By the time he'd finally eaten dinner, he was drained, and went to bed.

He quickly swapped into an off-white shirt, deep navy trousers and the matching blazer, styling his hair and spritzing cologne before pulling on matching navy shoes.

Not wasting another second, Dominick teleported first to a florist, then to Jeniva's house.

As he stepped closer, he saw her finishing up, tossing a bag into one of the bins. She turned, about to head inside, when she caught sight of him standing there.

"Nick!" she called out, surprise coloring her voice. She ran to him, wanting to hug him but stopped seeing him dressed in a proper attire.

"Why are you stopping?" Dominick asked.

"Your clothes will get dirty. I haven't even washed up yet," Jeniva replied, trying to maintain some distance. "And did you get the flowers? I was so sorry for—"

The words caught in her throat as he suddenly closed the gap, pulling her into a warm hug. The soft brush of his cheek against hers sent an immediate shiver down her spine. And those pheromones, they made her feel light-headed in that moment.

"Nick," she whispered.

"My clothes will be fine," he murmured against her skin. "And I wasn't upset with you. I was simply pulled into urgent work the moment we finished lunch."

They pulled away slowly, just enough for him to produce the small bouquet.

"For you. Blue thistles and white roses," he said.

"Thank you," she smiled, her eyes softening. She gently took them from his hand. "Come on, let's go inside."

Once they were in the house, she carefully placed the flowers in a vase on the dining table near the kitchen. "Have you had breakfast?" she asked.

"No. I came straight to you," he replied.

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