Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

A familiar and pleasant voice suddenly jolted her.

Lindsey was stunned for half a second before finally realizing that this person was the man she was supposed to meet!

“Oh, hi,” Lindsey stammered, still unable to wrap her head around the fact that she was meeting with a man that looked like a movie star thanks to her online ad.

“Please have a seat.

”

When the man sat down, she checked him out secretly.

His thin Lips were slightly pursed, giving him an air of aloofness.

He possessed an angular face with refined features and a chiseled jawline.

His hair, which was casually slicked-back, seemed to complement his cold demeanor.

Lastly, despite donning only a well-worn brown leather jacket over a simple T-shirt and jeans, he exuded an aura of nobility that captivated the room’s attention.

People who knew Domenic would’ve never thought that he’d wear such cheap clothes and appear in a budget coffee shop, sitting face-to-face with a woman who seemed utterly disconnected from elegance.

Such a notion was inconceivable!

“Pleasure to meet you.

May I know your name?” Lindsey asked with a forced smile, feeling a little nervous.

Seeing that she didn’t recognize him, Domenic breathed a sigh of relief.

“My Last name’s Walsh.

”

Since he only gave his surname, Lindsey guessed that he didn’t want to tell her his real name, which wasn’t unreasonable, so she didn’t ask more.

“Mr.

Walsh, what would you like to drink?” she offered.

“Americano, please.

”

“Okay.

”

Lindsey smiled brightly and called the waiter over.

Domenic seized this opportunity to take in her features; she had a smooth forehead, a straight nose, rosy lips, and a slender neck.

At the base of her neck was a small red mark, like a peach blossom blooming in spring.

He couldn’t help but think back to the night they slept together.

He gulped at the memory, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He subconsciously tugged at his collar, feeling a little short of breath.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

After ordering the coffee, Lindsey shifted her attention back to him and went straight to the point.

“Mr.

Walsh, to be frank, your physical appearance meets my requirements.

Now, could you please name your price?”

Name his price?

Recalling the measly amount of money she had left on the bedside table, Domenic couldn’t help but chuckle.