Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Chapter 339

“Tomorrow…”

Just as Lindsey was about to reply, Nancy quickly grabbed her phone.

With a raised eyebrow, she said to the caller, “You’re Mr.

Walsh, right? I’m Nancy, Lindsey’s closest friend.

Here’s what’s going on.

Lindsey’s not feeling great and wants to stay with me for a bit.

How long she stays will depend on her mood.

She’s spent a lot of time with you lately.

We haven’t had a chance to catch up in ages.

We’ve got a lot to talk about.

I hope you get it.

”

Domenic massaged his forehead and stayed quiet for quite a while.

Then, in a heavy voice, he said, “I understand.

”

After ending the call, Nancy sat down in front of Lindsey with a determined expression.

“Listen here, Lindsey.

Don’t forgive him until he apologizes and swears he won’t repeat the same blunder.

Give him the cold shoulder for a while and put an end to his mistakes once and for all.

Otherwise, you’ll end up suffering in the long run!”

Lindsey nodded, feeling slightly lost.

She wasn’t used to dealing with relationship issues, but Nancy knew what she was talking about.

Lindsey trusted her judgment.

That night, before going to sleep, Lindsey clutched her pillow, imagining it as Domenic’s face,

which she both adored and resented.

Then she pounded the pillow hard and said, “You’d better apologize to me as soon as possible, or I will never talk to you again!”

With that, she wrapped her arms around the pillow and lay down.

From the time they started being together, Lindsey and Domenic always cuddled up and slept.

Without him now, she felt an emptiness.

At eight o’clock on the second morning, Domenic still hadn’t left his neighborhood.

Hendrix, unable to wait any longer for his boss, decided to give him a call.

Domenic answered the phone with a tired voice, “Come on up.

”

As Hendrix entered the apartment after knocking, he was stunned by the scene that greeted him.

The living room was a complete mess.

The wine cabinet’s glass was shattered, with wine bottles broken and strewn across the floor, leaving sticky, dried wine everywhere.

Domenic was sprawled on the sofa, surrounded by numerous beer bottles on the coffee table.

Hendrix, taken aback, asked, “Boss, did things get really wild Last night? It looks like a storm hit here.

”

Domenic, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, glanced at Hendrix and gave a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Wild? Yeah, you could say it got out of hand.

”

He stood up and staggered toward the bedroom.

The alcohol still had a hold on him, making his steps unsteady.

“Get someone to tidy up this mess.

And reschedule the morning meeting.

”

Hendrix stood there, scratching his head in silence.

Seeing Domenic’s somber demeanor and his self-mocking tone, Hendrix began to wonder.

Could his boss have had a heated argument with Miss Stewart last night? And they even had a fight?

He couldn’t believe it.

His boss wasn’t known to get into conflicts with woman.

Feeling both puzzled and surprised, Hendrix made the necessary calls to handle the situation.