Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Domenic swapped his shoes, stood in the hallway with an icy gaze, and said, “While I’m gone, think things over.

If you truly have no feelings for me, I’ll take the necklace back when I return.

”

With that, he stepped out and shut the door behind him, giving Lindsey no room to protest.

Left alone, Lindsey retreated to her bedroom.

She carefully set the necklace in her jewelry box and stared at it, chin in hand.

It resembled a fiery blood drop, deeply red and pulsing.

She knew she couldn’t mishandle such a treasure.

She had to safeguard it and give it back to Domenic upon his return.

As Lindsey lay on her soft bed, she dr@ped her arm over her eyes.

But every time she closed them, last night’s closeness haunted her, his assertive ki*s, his comforting chest…

He was gone on business, and it’d be a while before he returned.

Yet, the moment he left, she found herself missing him.

Annoyed, she pulled the covers over her head, trying to force sleep.

If she could just drift off, she wouldn’t have to think of him at all.

*

On her second morning, Lindsey awoke with shadows under her eyes, vigorously scratching her head.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She’d been dreaming of Domenic all night, a presence that seemed to follow her relentlessly.

In frustration, she flung the covers aside and rose to shake off his image from her mind.

Yet, despite her efforts, curiosity drew her to the jewelry box to glimpse the necklace once more.

She remembered her promise to take Selah to meet Vincent at his place today.

At ten, Lindsey took a taxi to Vincent’s quiet seaside villa.

The atmosphere in this place was serene and peaceful.

Soon after, a taxi pulled up, and Selah stepped out.

Dressed in a simple black dress with tassels and oversized sunglasses hiding most of her face, her hair dr@ped casually around her shoulders.

To any onlooker, she was a far cry from the celebrated actress she once was.

“Sorry for the wait, Lindsey.

Traffic was a nightmare,” Selah apologized, though she was barely a minute late.

The years under Andrew’s thumb had stripped away Selah’s boldness, leaving her overly cautious and humble.

Lindsey offered a comforting smile and took Selah’s arm.

“You’re right on time.

I’m the one who came early,” she reassured.

Like good friends, they approached Vincent’s residence and rang the bell.

A servant promptly greeted and ushered them inside.