Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Finally, he laid her down on the sofa, careful not to let her feet touch the ground.

But the scratches on the soles of her feet still ached, causing her to wince.

Seeing this, Domenic felt sorry for her.

She was still wearing his black jacket, but he could still clearly see that the collar of her dress had been torn right off, exposing a big chunk of bare skin.

Domenic wasted no time in grabbing the iodine from the first-aid kit in the cabinet.

Then he sat down beside Lindsey, grabbed her ankles, and put her feet on top of his thighs.

He took a closer look at the scratches on her feet.

There was a mix of blood and dust caked on them.

“Mr.

Walsh, don’t worry about me.

I can take care of it myself.

”

Lindsey felt a little embarrassed by their intimate posture and wanted to withdraw her feet from his lap, but Domenic held her ankles firmly in place.

Her feet looked so petite in his big palms, and her little pink toenails looked so adorable.

Domenic first cleaned her wounds with some wet tissue and then gently dabbed the wounds with a cotton swab dipped in iodine.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He dealt with her wounds with great care.

Just as he dabbed a particular scratch, he inadvertently tickled her, causing her to jerk her foot as a reflex.

She blushed and mumbled, “Oh, sorry.

”

Only after he was done treating the wounds did he finally let her go.

He locked eyes with her and said firmly, “If you ever have to go to those kinds of places again, just ask me to go with you.

It’s safer to have a man by your side.

Averting her gaze, Lindsey didn’t answer and pretended to busy herself by putting on her fuzzy house slippers.

She and Domenic were just roommates.

How could she keep on inconveniencing him like this?

Domenic seemed to see right through her, because the next thing he said was, “Even if we’re

just friends, we should look out for each other, don’t you think?”

For some reason, when Lindsey heard him utter the word “friends”, her heart sank slightly.

So, it turned out that he really was just kidding when he said they were an engaged couple.

Lindsey shook her head in an effort to banish those thoughts, wondering why she became so sentimental all of a sudden.

Yes, their so-called engagement was just for show.

Now, they were just friends—slash-roommates.

Lindsey swallowed her sadness and forced a smile.

“Okay, I will.

”

Maybe it was because her adrenaline was spent that she fell asleep early that night.

The following morning, on the top floor of Vitoria Club.

Domenic was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling French windows in a large presidential suite, a glass of red wine in his hand.

His handsome face was reflected in the glass, perfectly capturing the fierce, icy look in his eye.

ALL of a sudden, the door swung open and several people entered.

A man was thrown at Domenic’s feet-and the man was none other than the ringleader from the night before.

Now, however, he no longer Looked as arrogant and fierce as yesterday, having been beaten black and blue by Domenic’s men.