Dominick slumped on the couch in the living room after talking with Casaio and Zilia. His eyes fixed at the chandelier in the ceiling, recalling how he also dreamed of becoming father.
Heaving a deep sigh, he heard the footsteps, followed by a voice.
"Your Highness, did you say something to Jeniva?" Evan questioned, lowering himself across from him.
Dominick met his gaze, frowned a little. "What do you mean?"
"Jeniva has been quiet since the morning," Evan said. "Did you two perhaps argue last night? I couldn't come with you both and you were the only one present with her."
"We didn't argue," Dominick replied. He then recalled they both merely rejected each other, which annoyed him a little, but not much. "Maybe she's stressed about something else."
Evan kept staring at Dominick, which made him chuckle.
"Seriously? You think I've scolded her or something. You're my beta. Trust me, at least," Dominick said.
"Then, why does she look upset?" Evan murmured.
