Dominic glanced coldly at Sisca, his deep eyes shifting slightly.
He always had no patience for such matters, but the image of Alessia being intimate with Dylan just now flashed in his mind.
Almost involuntarily, Dominic spoke up, "Is what she said true?"
Alessia, who had originally just wanted to watch the show, looked at them with disdain now.
Scumbag.
"As long as Mr. Carter is pleased."
Alessia spoke calmly, walking past them without a second glance.
As they brushed past each other, Dominic suddenly acted.
With one hand, he grabbed Alessia's wrist, and with the other, he locked her waist, forcefully pulling her into the adjacent men's restroom.
Alessia found herself locked behind the door by Dominic.
Seeing this, Sisca tried to follow, but Dominic extended his long arm and locked the door.
The door closed so abruptly that it almost caught Sisca's nose.
Inside the room.
With his superior height, Dominic pressed down on Alessia, his strong hands firmly holding her wrists.
In a masterful confrontation, the outcome was determined in an instant. Alessia hadn't expected Dominic to act so quickly; she found herself at a disadvantage.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Alessia's eyes, then she calmly met Dominic's gaze. "Mr. Carter, what do you want?"
She had slapped Sisca, and now this scumbag wanted to trap her in the restroom to avenge his hidden wife.
Dominic looked down at her, his face becoming even colder under the dim yellow lights of the restroom, his intense aura enveloping her.
"You came from an orphanage, and it was Dylan who helped you, right?"
Alessia blushed uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. Her voice became even colder. "Is this what Mr. Carter wants to discuss?"
As she said this, she somehow provoked the scumbag again.
The scumbag tightened his grip on her hand, and she could clearly see the bulging veins under his skin.
Alessia furrowed her brows, restraining herself from speaking, glaring back at him with hostility, ready to bite.
Dominic lifted his hand, changing his grip to her neck, and forcefully pressed her against the wall.
With this forceful action, her bones felt like they were about to shatter. Alessia winced in pain.
However, Dominic wasn't in much better condition than Alessia. Despite his quick reaction earlier, he was still successfully ambushed by Alessia and bitten on the shoulder.
Being bitten twice in one day, Dominic's face looked truly unpleasant.
"I don't care what your relationship with Dylan is, but if you two appear together in any entertainment news again, immediately get out of Toronto."
Dominic's eyes glared sharply at Alessia, his tone filled with a stern threat.
Was the scumbag being too domineering?
But regardless of the reason, as long as he didn't stop scrutinizing her, she was willing to comply with this demand.
Alessia hesitated for a moment, her voice cold and distant. "Rest assured, Mr. Carter, I won't cause trouble for you."
"It better be," Dominic replied, a hint of impatience barely visible in his eyes.
Alessia realized that her concession hadn't improved the scumbag's mood; it had only made him more displeased.
Inconsistent and difficult to please.
Outside the door, Sisca had been knocking continuously since Alessia and Dominic entered the restroom.
Now, her knocking was becoming faster and more urgent.
"Dominic, don't be impulsive, please don't hurt Miss La Rosa. Dominic, could you please open the door first?"
Although Sisca's voice was filled with concern, her face betrayed resentment.
She had never seen Dominic lose his temper with someone like this before.
This woman was probably his ex-wife.
What were they doing locked in the restroom now?
No matter what they were doing, it drove her crazy with jealousy.
A male waiter from the restaurant heard Sisca's cries and hurried over.
"Miss, do you need any help?"
"Someone is locked inside, hurry up and open the door."
Sisca seized the waiter as if she had found a savior, lying without hesitation.
The waiter's gaze fell on the tightly closed door, hesitating for a moment, then he prepared to forcefully open it.
If a guest was locked in the restaurant's restroom, for whatever reason, it was their restaurant's mistake.
But as he was about to use all his strength to push the door open, there was a "click," and the tightly shut door opened without warning from the inside.
A beautiful woman, with an abnormal blush on her face, walked out with a cold expression.
She glanced at Sisca faintly and left directly.
Then, a handsome man walked out, looking as usual, except for slightly messy hair.
A man and a woman coming out of the restroom in this manner easily led to wild speculation.
"Dominic!" Sisca gritted her teeth and called out tenderly as she approached.
"There won't be a next time." Dominic glanced coldly at Sisca, seeing through everything, then left.
Sisca stood still, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes like a snake spitting venom.
The male waiter stood awkwardly on the side, inadvertently catching Sisca's gaze, which made him break out in a cold sweat, thinking of sneaking away.
However, Sisca smiled at him.
"Thank you." Sisca nodded innocently, then turned and walked away, wearing a different facade.
Her expression turned terrifyingly grim.
Alessia La Rosa, the name that Dominic had never revealed to the public, was now etched into her memory.
So what if she was his ex-wife? Just as she had been able to get rid of her before, she could do it again now.
A composer wanting fame? She would help her with that.
Sisca made a phone call. "Reporter Henry, I have some material for you."
Alessia had just reached the corridor when she coincidentally bumped into Dylan who was looking for her.
Dylan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Alessia was okay. However, his relief was short-lived when he noticed Dominic approaching.
Dylan immediately fell silent, feeling a chill run down his spine as Dominic walked past him. It wasn't until Dominic was completely out of sight that he dared to speak up in a low voice, "Sis, what did you do to that shrew?"
Alessia gave Dylan a cold glance.
Dylan immediately dropped the subject, having lost his curiosity after the recent events.
After paying the bill, the two of them left the restaurant.
When Alessia returned home and opened the door, she saw her young daughter lying on the sofa reading comics.
The little girl's two small feet were propped up, her hands supporting her face. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her head. Her bright eyes immediately lit up, and she ran towards Alessia with her little arms outstretched.
"Mommy, hug!"
Eleanor opened her arms wide.
Alessia bent down and hugged Eleanor in her arms, gently booping her small nose. "Have you been good at home?"
Eleanor hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously, her voice sweet and milky, "Yes, I have been good, I eat my meals and take my medicine obediently."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Alessia's face.
Elle's illness had always been a big problem.
Alessia kissed her daughter's forehead affectionately, then looked up and saw her son, walking down from upstairs with a dignified expression, his little legs moving with composure.
For a moment, she felt like she was seeing Dominic in her son.
She couldn't help but think that her son was becoming more and more like the man. Could it be because she had been encountering him frequently these days?
The thought of Dominic made Alessia frown. She sat down on the sofa with her two children and spoke to them earnestly.
"Mommy heard that there are many bad people outside recently. They specifically target children to sell them for money. Mommy won't be at home, so you must not go out."
Eleanor and Christopher exchanged a glance.
Christopher raised his little face and said seriously, "Mommy, we will definitely be obedient."
"Good." Alessia patted her son's and daughter's heads respectively.
But she did notice that her son seemed different from before.
Alessia carefully observed her son's face.
A thought suddenly occurred to her.
Alessia pinched Christopher's chubby cheeks and asked in a puzzled tone, "Didn't you wear your sister's dress today? Where is the dress?"
Christopher frowned, but before he could respond, his sister's soft voice came to his rescue, "Mommy, he fell and got the dress dirty."
"Oh!" Alessia glanced at Christopher and stood up. "I still have things to do. You two can play first."
The two children watched Alessia walk upstairs until her figure disappeared, then both let out a sigh of relief.
Eleanor, with her soft little hand, tugged at Christopher's hand.
"Brother, Mommy is so smart, do you think she found out something?"
Christopher's face showed a hint of contemplation. He hadn't spoken yet when his sister continued.
"Brother, how about starting from tomorrow, you still accompany me in wearing the dress!"
A vein popped on Christopher's forehead. He seriously suspected that his sister wanted him to wear the dress, but he had no evidence.
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