*The following story was machine-generated/translated and is available at a 30% discount.* No, no, no matter how angry I am, would Dominic Hartnell really ignore my calls? Maybe he's just busy, it's okay, I'll try calling again. I can't give up after just one call. But to my disappointment, it rang for a long time again, and no one answered until it automatically disconnected. I gritted my teeth and dialed for the third time. Ring... ring... ring... Listening to the familiar ringing sound, I felt impatient and wished that it could be replaced by his voice immediately. Fortunately, after waiting for about ten seconds, the call finally connected, and I heard Dominic Hartnell's deep voice on the other end of the line. "What's wrong?" Is it just my imagination, or does his voice sound tired? After being absent-minded for a few seconds, I shook my head and decided not to worry about it for now. The important thing is to discuss the matter at hand. "What time will you come back tonight? I'll wait for you, I have something to tell you." After I asked, there was suddenly silence on the other end of the phone. If it weren't for the words "in conversation" on the screen, I would have thought the call had been disconnected. I couldn't help but ask again, "Are you there? What time will you come back?" Only then did I hear Dominic Hartnell's angry and cold voice, "What did you say? Break up? Liliana Zanetti, let me tell you, dream on!" "No..."Before I could say the word "no," Dominic Hartnell had already hung up. I was instantly speechless. Did he have to be in such a hurry? Couldn't he let me finish speaking? But even though the call was dropped and I was yelled at, I felt relieved. I want to break up? Just a dream? Heh heh, I didn't actually want to break up, those were just angry words. Feeling in a good mood, I dialed Dominic Hartnell's number again, ready to sincerely apologize and make amends, to appease this temperamental man. But what made me laugh and cry was that he didn't answer my call directly. Thinking about calling again, fearing the same result, I decided to use WeChat instead. I wrote a long message and sent it over. And then, afraid that he wouldn't read it, I typed out another long message and sent it as well. I don't believe that even after saying so many nice things, apologizing and appeasing, he would still be angry with me and give me the cold shoulder. Even if it doesn't immediately calm him down, he shouldn't just hang up the phone like that. Sure enough, five seconds later, Mr. Han's call came back. I quickly spoke first, "I'm sorry." Dominic Hartnell's tone was not very good, sounding stiff. "Wait for me at home." "Okay." After hanging up the phone, I felt halfway relieved. Half an hour later, as soon as I heard the sound of the key unlocking, I eagerly opened the door. Dominic Hartnell was standing at the doorway, and without saying a word, I stepped forward and hugged him. We had been giving each other the cold shoulder for several days, but I really missed his warm embrace. Dominic Hartnell returned the hug tightly, giving me face. I buried my head in his chest, feeling tears welling up in my eyes, and muffledly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those words, I don't want us to give each other the cold shoulder, I... mmm!" Dominic Hartnell lifted my chin, capturing my lips, swallowing the unfinished words. It had been several months since Dominic Hartnell and I had been intimate. Now, with this sudden kiss, I felt weak in the knees, but fortunately, Dominic Hartnell was holding me. Both of us were breathing heavily, and if I felt uncomfortable, Dominic Hartnell would feel even more uncomfortable. Sure enough, I could feel a change in him in a certain area. "Don't... don't kiss anymore." Dominic Hartnell released my lips, hugged me for a while, and then pulled me to sit on the sofa. As soon as I sat down, he pulled me into his arms, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Liliana Zanetti, never mention the words 'break up' to me again." I raised my hand and gently stroked his back, whispering, "Mmm..." After that, the room fell into silence, and neither of us spoke again, just holding each other. After a while, Dominic Hartnell let go of me and looked at me, saying, "I'm sorry, it was my fault, I shouldn't have been angry with you." I leaned my head against his, answering, "I was also wrong, I shouldn't have said those words, I was impulsive."Dominic Hartnell lowered his head and kissed my forehead, "It's my fault." I sat up straight and leaned in to kiss his lips, smiling, "Okay, let's stop here, let's not say anything more." "Otherwise, if you say 'you're not good' and I say 'I'm sorry', neither of us will sleep tonight." In terms of our own problems, it was like the storm had passed and the sky had cleared. As for his mother, well, it wouldn't be resolved in just a day or two. We could only say that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and we still need to work hard. "Did you have risotto for dinner?" "Did you have risotto for dinner?" We both asked almost the same question at the same time, and we paused for a moment before smiling at each other. Is this what they call telepathy? I looked up and saw Dominic Hartnell looking at me, as if waiting for me to speak first. "I had pizza with Shannon outside. Did you eat? If not, there's the ravioli you made last time in the fridge. Should I cook a few for you?" Dominic Hartnell smiled and said, "I'll cook it myself. You can watch TV." Although he said that, I still followed Dominic Hartnell to the kitchen. We had been giving each other the cold shoulder for several days, but now I just wanted to be close to him. While cooking the ravioli, I told him about the results of today's check-up. Dominic Hartnell said he had already called Yvonne Baker. I felt relieved and happy. I thought he had forgotten, but he had been remembering all along. After finishing the ravioli with Dominic Hartnell, I wanted him to accompany me to watch TV.During these days of giving each other the cold shoulder, I had lost interest in binge-watching without someone to lean on. But just as I was about to take action, Dominic Hartnell's phone rang. He answered the call and listened quietly for a while, then said, "Okay, I'll be right back." I was taken aback when he answered a call and abruptly left. I felt frustrated. "It's already so late, are you going out? Is it because of work?" I asked with concern. Dominic Hartnell kissed me and replied, "I need to go to the hospital. My mom isn't doing well." Now I was surprised and inquired, "Is your mom hospitalized? What happened? Oh, it's not because of what happened at the mall today, is it?" Suddenly, I recalled the earlier encounter with Dominic Hartnell. He appeared very anxious about his mom. "My mom has a weak heart, but she has been taking medication. However, she fainted in the mall today and hasn't regained consciousness. I have to go back and stay with her." Upon hearing this, my face flushed, and I felt too embarrassed to meet Dominic Hartnell's gaze.