Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

At that moment, Lindsey was oblivious of the extent of her embarrassment.

All she cared about was releasing the emotions she had kept bottled up for so long.

“Why, Domenic? You claimed to love me.

Then why did you tell her that you’d never marry me? And why did you deceive me by cheating with her at the same time? What am I to you in your heart?”

Lindsey’s accusations caused a collective short circuit in the minds of Domenic’s men.

Could it be true? Was their boss cheating on her?

The revelation seemed to electrify Domenic’s men, sparking a buzz of excitement among them.

Domenic’s brows furrowed deeply as he seized Lindsey’s arm, his voice turning cold and firm.

“What nonsense is this? I’ve never loved anyone else, nor have I ever been intimate with another woman besides you.”

“But Carole told me everything! She said you spent the entire night with her on the cruise ship! Is it true?” Lindsey’s voice trembled with heartbreak, tears cascading down her face as she cried out in anguish.

Everything suddenly clicked into place for Domenic.

It all became clear why Lindsey had been so resolute in her stance.

It was Carole spreading lies and creating obstacles once again!

Domenic realized this wasn’t the place for explanations.

Such a conversation was not suitable for the ears of their assembled audience.

With a decisive gesture, he drew Lindsey into his embrace, holding her firmly against him.

Lindsey pummeled his chest with her fists, her voice laced with a drunken slur, “Liar! You never loved me!”

Tears streamed down her face as she shrieked, “Domenic, tell me! Do you love me or not? How many times have you lied?” Her voice hitched.

“Let go! Don’t touch me!”

Domenic, unfazed by her outburst, remained calm.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Stop acting up.

We’ll talk it through at home.” Ignoring her struggles, he scooped her up in his arms, her protests muffled against his broad chest.

His subordinates watched, gulping audibly.

A drunken Lindsey was a force to be reckoned with, more ferocious than any man they’d encountered.

Yet, never had they seen their stoic boss handle anyone with such gentleness.

In the car, Lindsey’s defiance waned.

A defeated mutter escaped her Lips.

“Don’t want to go with you.

Put me down…”

Domenic sighed a touch of helplessness in his eyes.

He turned her gently, guiding her head to rest on his shoulder.

His voice, a soothing balm, murmured, “Just sleep it off.”

Leaning against him, Lindsey seemed to finally surrender.

Her breaths grew even, the rhythm a lullaby in the quiet car.

Wyatt, from the driver’s seat, inquired, “Sir, where to?”

Domenic lifted his gaze.

“Imperial Garden.”

Imperial Garden-the pinnacle of luxury in Morcastle.

Home to the city’s elite, it was also Domenic’s usual residence.

Before Lindsey, a life here was all he knew.

Now, a pang of longing tugged at him, a yearning for the simpler times at the Waterfront Apartments.

Despite that apartment’s shortcomings, it held the warmth of shared memories.

A ghost of a smile touched his Lips at the thought.

“Here we are,” Wyatt announced, pulling the car to a stop.