Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 332

Soon, the housekeeper brought in a bowl of bland, doctor-approved oatmeal.

Dominic glanced at it, lacking any appetite.

But he remembered that in the past, whenever he couldn't eat, the staff would make him a deliciously comforting bowl of soup.

He spoke up. "Make some of that appetizing oatmeal we used to have."

The housekeeper hesitated, replying carefully, "Sir, do you mean the stomach-soothing oatmeal Mrs. Lockwood used to make?"

Dominic's fingers twitched.

The housekeeper added, "Only Mrs. Lockwood knows how to make it. None of us could ever master the temperature or the seasoning."

Dominic fell silent.

He leaned back against his pillows, a flood of memories washing over him.

Whenever his stomach acted up in the past, she would wake up before dawn to simmer the oatmeal over a low flame, standing by the stove for a full hour.

When she served it to him, it was always the perfect temperature.

Every meal she cooked for him when he was sick was tailored to exactly how he was feeling that day.

The saltiness, the texture, the balance of meat and vegetables—she never made a single mistake.

Yet he had always taken it for granted. He never offered a single word of praise, opting instead to pick things apart...

Dominic stared at the ceiling, a sudden, dull ache rising in his chest.

He couldn't pinpoint where it hurt, only that it felt suffocating.

...

Since Seraphina was still sick, physically drained, and had spent half the day running on pure adrenaline, eating had finally made her drowsy. She dozed off in a haze.

By the time she woke up, it was pitch black outside.

It took her a long moment to realize she was lying in her own bed, covered by a light blanket, dressed in fresh clothes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She remembered falling asleep on the sofa after eating her pasta, still in her day clothes.

What happened?

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