Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Chapter 262

Jayleen, taking a closer look, was equally stunned.

What… What was actually happening?

In the private room, Lindsey and Sumner were sitting on the sofa, looking well-dressed.

They were playing dice, a scene that differed from what they had imagined.

“Six fives, show the dice!”

As Lindsey lifted the cup, she burst into laughter.

“You’ve lost again, Sumner!” She then grabbed a slip of paper from the table and playfully stuck it onto Sumner’s face, already littered with paper.

Sumner, with a helpless smile on his face, touched his warm cheek.

At that moment, Lindsey slapped him.

Despite her slender frame, her slap was forceful enough to sober him instantly.

Following that, she urged him to take the strong hangover cure to help him sober up.

The aphrodisiac they had ingested was a unique kind of alcohol, and fortunately, the hangover medication was effective against it.

Lindsey caught a glimpse of the door opening from the corner of her eye and smiled, expecting Jayleen to be there.

She looked up, asking, “Miss Archer, where have you guys been? Sumner and I have been here waiting for quite a while…”

However, when Lindsey caught sight of the tall man standing at the door, casting a shadow that blocked

the light, her voice abruptly trailed off.

Domenic… He was back?

She placed her cup down and stood up from the couch.

She looked at Domenic, who was also looking at her.

He looked as imposing and handsome as always, quickening her heartbeat.

Yet, there was a visible weariness about him, his eyes bearing a cold edge.

He must have been exhausted from his extensive business travels.

But when had he returned? And what brought him here?

“Mr.

Walsh…” Lindsey called him.

Then her gaze shifted to Kristy, who was standing slightly behind Domenic.

A frown creased her forehead as she contemplated whether Domenic’s visit was linked to Kristy.

Had they maintained contact since their encounter at the racecourse?

Domenic, dressed in a business suit that exuded a cold aura, strode toward Lindsey.

He reached out and firmly grasped her wrist, his voice low and domineering as he said, “You’re coming with me.

”

Then he tried to drag Lindsey’s petite body out.

“Hold on, Mr.

Walsh!” Confused about the situation, Lindsey instinctively resisted, not yet understanding what was happening.

Noticing this, Sumner quickly got up and grabbed Lindsey’s other wrist.

“Why should she go with you? Let her go!”

Caught between the two men, Lindsey didn’t know what to do.

Onlookers outside the room watched the drama unfold, murmuring among themselves.