Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ll buy you nicer clothes tomorrow.

”

Domenic looked down at the casual clothes he was wearing, his expression darkening.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Did she think that he looked too poor to be with her?

Lindsey, however, failed to notice the change in Domenic’s expression.

She continued enthusiastically, “You look great already, but I want my ‘boyfriend’ to look filthy rich and strikingly handsome.

Only in this way can he be superior to everyone in the engagement party, including my jerk of a fiancé.

So, you’ll have to wear clothes that align with this image.

But don’t worry! I’ll pay for the clothes, and you can keep them afterwards.

”

Domenic stopped toying with the coffee cup in his hands.

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Not once in his life had he ever spent a woman’s money.

“Since the clothes are for me, I’ll pay for them myself,” he offered.

“No, no, I insist.

You’re the one doing me a huge favor.

”

“But—”

“No ‘buts’! I’m your boss now; you have to Listen to me.

”

A trace of surprise flickered in Domenic’s eyes, and the way he looked at Lindsey changed.

The two chatted for a Little while longer before Lindsey glanced at her watch and said, “Mr.

Walsh, it’s late.

I should get going.

See you tomorrow at the mall, okay?”

Domenic nodded to show that he understood.

With that, Lindsey stood up and left.

Domenic waited for a while before leaving the small cafe.

ALL of a sudden, a limited edition machine gray Bugatti drove over and pulled to a stop in front of him.

Domenic’s assistant, Hendrix Coleman, briskly got out of the car and opened the door for him.

“Mr.

Walsh, I saw that the lady had left, so I drove over to pick you up.

”

Without saying a word, Domenic shrugged off his jacket, tossed it at Hendrix, and got into the car.

Hendrix returned to the driver’s seat and then handed a paper bag to Domenic.

Inside was a custom-tailored suit.

Glancing at the well-worn jacket that Domenic had just taken off, Hendrix sighed inwardly.

The coat really didn’t align with his boss’s temperament.

“Mr.

Walsh, I should throw this jacket away.

”

Just as Hendrix was about to get out of the car with the jacket in tow, a cold voice stopped him.

“Keep it.

”