Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Eyes wide as saucers, she vaguely remembered hugging him tightly, and then later, the two of them seemed to have ki*sed.

But she couldn’t remember what happened next.

What did they end up doing it?

Lindsey closed her eyes and chastised herself for being so stupid.

With a sigh, she straightened out her dress and planned to leave quietly.

However, as soon as she opened the bedroom door, the smell of breakfast wafted into her nose.

She couldn’t help but follow her nose to the kitchen, where she found a tall man standing by the stove.

“Mr.

Walsh?”

Domenic was frying an egg.

When he heard Lindsey’s soft voice behind him, he turned his head and saw her standing at the kitchen door, staring at him in disbelief.

“Good morning.

” With a spatula in his hand and an apron tied around his waist, Domenic looked very domesticated and gentle, a stark difference from his usual cold and aloof self.

Seeing the shocked look on her face, Domenic explained, “I prefer to cook breakfast myself when I’m not busy.

”

Lindsey bit her lower lip, her eyes darting all over the place awkwardly.

“Mr.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Walsh, last night… What happened between us?”

Domenic transferred the fried egg onto a plate and, without skipping a beat, said in a calm voice, “Don’t worry.

Nothing happened.

You just held me and didn’t let go.

”

Hearing this, Lindsey’s mind went blank.

It turned out that she was the one who had initiated the intimacy!

Lindsey was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it.

She rambled, “I drank too much last night, and I wasn’t thinking straight, so…”

Domenic walked past her with two plates of breakfast in his hands.

He set the plates down on the table, pulled out the chair, and then sat down.

“Breakfast is ready,” he announced, casting a glance at Lindsey.

Lindsey shut her mouth and obediently sat opposite him.

Domenic lowered his head to hide the emotions in his eyes.

He unhurriedly sliced a piece of egg and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully.

He was so calm that it was as though nothing had happened last night.

Observing his unbothered expression, Lindsey cleared her throat and asked tentatively, “Mr.

Walsh, we didn’t… We didn’t do anything we might regret last night, did we?”

Domenic finally raised his head and looked at her with a subtle gleam in his deep-set eyes.

All of a sudden, he chuckled.

“Even if we did, so what?”

After all, they had done the deed that night, hadn’t they?

“Well… I don’t think it’s appropriate.

I mean, we just met.