Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

“It’s mot your fault, Lynne.

” Lindsey comforted her gently.

“This world is just so unfair.

”

Lynne couldn’t swallow her grievances any longer.

She burst into tears and sobbed bitterly until she ran out of breath.

Just then, someone handed Lindsey a bottle of water from behind.

Lindsey turned around in surprise, only to see Domenic standing behind her.

He then passed her a pack of hangover relief pills.

“It’ll help her sober up.

”

She thought he had left, but it turned out he had simply slipped away briefly to buy water and hangover relief pills.

Lindsey took it and asked Lynne to take the pills.

“Thank you.

I feel much better now.

” Lynne gave Lindsey a weak smile.

Then, she looked at the man behind Lindsey and asked, “Is this your boyfriend?”

Embarrassed, Lindsey hurriedly waved her hand and explained, “No, no.

We’re just friends!”

At this, Domenic’s expression darkened.

In a gruff, indifferent voice, he said, “Since there’s nothing else, I’ll go head.

”

But after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and added, “Don’t come home too late, or you’ll be locked out.

”

Huh? Lindsey was confused.

Locked out?

Lynne chuckled knowingly.

“So, you two live together, but he’s not your boyfriend?”

“He really isn’t-“

“Alright, alright.

You don’t have to explain it to me.

I’m fine now, and I can go home by myself.

” Lynne stood up and looked back at the club.

“Did you come here with your ‘friend’?”

Only then did Lindsey remember that she was here to celebrate Nancy’s birthday.

Her face fell, knowing full well that Nancy would give her an earful for leaving the party for so long!

“Well, if you’re sure you’re going to be alright, I’ll go back inside.

”

After Lynne left, Lindsey went back to the private room, wringing her hands nervously.

To her surprise, as soon as she opened the door to the private room, she found Nancy knocked out drunk on the sofa.

She had no choice but to send Nancy back home first.

It was already late at night by the time she made it back to the apartment.

Thinking that Domenic must’ve fallen asleep by now, Lindsey quietly opened the door and crept inside.

To her surprise, he was wide awake, reading a magazine on the sofa in the living room.

“Mr.

Walsh, it’s so late.

Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

Unexpectedly, Domenic didn’t answer.

He simply put down the magazine in his hand, turned off the lights, and went to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.