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.

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.

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

“Keep it.

”