Chapter 493

The city lights shimmered against the twilight sky as the sleek limousine glided through downtown traffic.

Dominic Blackwood personally escorted Lillian Prescott home after the gala.

His chiseled profile remained unreadable as they stopped at a red light. The silence between them stretched comfortably.

Lillian discreetly smiled while watching pedestrians cross the street. Even this mundane moment felt precious when shared with Dominic.

The drive from Blackwood Estate to the Prescott residence normally took forty minutes. Tonight, she wished it would last forever.

Dominic's fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel. "What does your grandmother collect, Ms. Prescott? I brought an authentic Monet from my private collection as her birthday gift."

Lillian's voice softened. "Grandmother shares Grandfather's passion for impressionist paintings. She'll be thrilled with your thoughtful gift." Her fingers twisted in her lap. "Thank you for attending tonight. I know how busy you are."

She'd schemed for weeks to get Dominic here. Their entrance together would cement her status as the most envied woman in high society.

Dominic suddenly turned, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Tell me, Ms. Prescott - do you have feelings for me?"

Lillian's pulse skyrocketed, though her voice remained steady. "Haven't my actions made that obvious, Dominic? The homecooked meals I delivered to your office? My frequent visits to Blackwood Estate?" She swallowed hard. "Everything I do... it's all for you."

Streetlights flickered across Dominic's striking features, accentuating the mysterious aura that had captivated her since their first meeting.

In her world of beautiful people, Dominic stood apart - an intoxicating blend of power, intellect, and raw magnetism that left her utterly spellbound.

A shadow of revulsion crossed Dominic's eyes before vanishing behind an impassive mask. "If your feelings run so deep," he murmured, "perhaps we should explore this... officially."

Lillian's manicured nails dug into her palms. "You're suggesting... we date?" Her voice cracked. "This isn't some cruel joke?"

Dominic's lips curved. "I have certain... eccentricities most women find intolerable. I trust you'll be more understanding, Ms. Prescott."

"Don't say that!" Lillian's breath came in shallow gasps. She pinched her wrist to confirm this wasn't a dream. "You're perfection incarnate. I'd consider it an honor to stand by your side."

Even as they arrived at the Prescott mansion, Lillian floated in a daze. Reality only snapped into focus when Dominic escorted her into the glittering ballroom, where envious stares followed their every move.

The normally subdued Prescott estate buzzed with elite guests - all vying for the family's favor.

Lillian clung to Dominic's arm, heart swelling with triumph. Tonight, she'd claimed the most coveted bachelor in the city.

Old Mr. Prescott's eyebrows shot up at their entrance, while his wife beamed approvingly. Only Genevieve Prescott's horrified expression marred the moment.

'Didn't I warn that girl?' Genevieve fumed silently. 'That Blackwood heir is dangerous!'

Dominic presented an exquisitely wrapped painting. "Happy birthday, Mrs. Prescott. I understand Monet holds special meaning for you."

Elizabeth Prescott gasped upon unwrapping the gift. "How did you know? This is my favorite from his Water Lilies series!" Her expert fingers traced the canvas reverently. "Wherever did you find such a masterpiece?"

Dominic inclined his head. "A fortunate acquisition at last month's auction. I'm pleased it meets your discerning taste."

Elizabeth clasped his hands, eyes twinkling. "Such thoughtfulness! You'd make an ideal match for our Lillian. Why not make it official?"

The bold suggestion hung in the air as guests pretended not to eavesdrop. Lillian's cheeks burned with anticipation while Dominic's enigmatic smile gave nothing away.