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    Dominic replied with a smirk, “Just gracing you with my presence and allowing you to serve me tonight.” My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. How could he say such shameless things out loud?


    “You—”


    Before I could scold him, he pushed the door open and walked in as if it were his own home.


    Spotting the dinner on the table, he said, “Perfect timing—I haven’t eaten yet. Let’s have dinner together.” He casually took a seat and ordered Lily to serve him food.


    Lily, ever the diligent servant,plied and soon began setting dishes for Dominic.


    I was on the verge of losing my mind. Dominic had a knack for showing up uninvited, and whenever he did, it was always trouble.


    I wished I could kick him out, but what could I do? He was a prince. If he insisted oning in, there was nothing I could do about it.


    Resigned, I took my seat at the farthest end of the table, moving my tableware as far away from him as possible. The food Lily prepared was usually exquisite, but tonight it seemed tasteless. Dominic’s presence, even though he was handsome, made the meal feel like a chore.


    Lily, however, seemed in high spirits. She hovered next to Dominic, making small talk and asking if he was pleased with the dishes or if he needed anything else. Dominic, on the other hand, maintained his aloof demeanor, ignoring her attempts at conversation.


    How rude…


    I mentally rolled my eyes.


    Lily’s unusually attentive behavior toward Dominic stirred something unsettling in me again. Every time Dominic came, Lily behaved very differently. But then again, Dominic was a prince. It was understandable that she would be exceptionally respectful.


    The dinner concluded with my silent grumbling. As I brooded over how to make Dominic leave, the memory of him saying he was here to allow me to serve him made me shiver.


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    Before I could voice my thoughts, Dominic suddenly extended his long arm and, without a word, dragged me out of the house.


    I was jolted and struggled in his grip. “What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”


    Dominic turned to me, a yful glint in his eyes, and with a casual air, said, “Taking you to a fun ce.”


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    Dominic instructed me to change into a provocative dress and handed me a mask with an air ofmand. “Put this on.” His tone brooked no argument.


    Despite my reluctance, Iplied. Dominic donned his own mask, then led me out of the pce and into a bustling bar. I rarely frequented such ces and felt out of ce, fidgeting with my fingers uneasily.


    “Your Highness, I…” I began, searching for an excuse to escape. “Maybe I should head back…”


    Dominic cut me off, saying, “Be quiet. I brought you here to show you something.”


    He took my hand and guided me through the bar, leading us to the top floor and into an opulent private room. Inside, the sounds of drumbeats and cheers filled the air. As I took in my surroundings, I realized we had arrived at a casino.


    Why had Dominic brought me here?


    As I puzzled over this, Dominic stopped and motioned toward a middle-aged man shaking dice at the gambling table.


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