Chapter 1107: We’re like Bonnie and Clyde.
Minutes ago...
Dominic sat quietly in the study, eyes on Gray’s phone. His eyes were sharp, hands linked in front of him, and his mind was deep in thought.
’When will she call?’he wondered. ’She didn’t lie, did she?’
A huge part of him told him Hera was lying just to get away from any more conversation with him. But the other part of him believed she found a great idea that could work better for them. Perhaps he was just being hopeful, but he wanted to cling to this hope.
"Hera," he whispered, his jaw tightening. "I hope nothing dangerous happened on her side."
Foolish as it may sound, Dominic was genuinely hopeful that she hadn’t contacted him because she was busy. His anxiety slowly peaked every passing minute that she hadn’t called him back. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was alright or if something terrible happened.
"No," he breathed out, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. "She will be fine."
Or would she?
To be fair, Dominic’s longing for his beloved Hera was nothing compared to his worry about her. Hence, letting her go or doing what she told him to do was a hundred times more challenging. Even if he clung to the hope she would return, a part of him was afraid she might die before she could even come back.
"Hera," he whispered, burying his face in his linked hands. "Just give me something that will hint that you’re okay."
A message or a voicemail was fine. Dominic just wanted something. Even a dot would suffice. So long as he knew she was still alive. He had been waiting for her to call back for hours now; he even had lost track of time.