Chapter 146

Once her ankle was bandaged, the doctor nodded to Domenic, and left with the other doctors.

It was only after they left that Lindsey fully grasped the situation.

She looked at Domenic, confused.

“Is this also a service of the bar?”

“I guess so,” Domenic replied calmly.

“This is the finest bar in the town, so medical services aren’t too surprising.

”

Lindsey was genuinely impressed by the bar’s all comprehensive services.

She didn’t realize that these individuals were experts in the medical field at Walsh Group.

They not only possessed the world’s most advanced testing equipment but also had access to the most potent specialized medications.

Such specialized medicines were usually distributed at premium prices through exclusive channels, far beyond the reach of the general public.

“Try not to move too much.

Maybe we should stay put for the night,”

Domenic advised.

“What? But there’s only one bed,” Lindsey said, glancing up at him with a hint of shyness.

Domenic gave a light chuckle and playfully tapped her forehead.

“I’ll make do with the couch.

Of course, If you’d rather have company, I’m open to the idea.

”

Settling into the bed, Lindsey wrapped herself in the quilt, spreading out to fill the entire bed.

“I tend to toss around in my sleep.

The couch will suit you better.

”

Domenic gave a resigned nod and a chuckle, then turned to leave the bedroom.

“Good night,” he murmured gently, closing the door behind him.

Lindsey enjoyed a restful sleep.

As she awakened, sunlight streamed in through the window.

She swiftly got out of bed and dressed, realizing her ankle was pain-free.

What kind of medicine did that bar doctor provide? Its effectiveness was remarkable!

Stepping out of the bedroom, she discovered that Domenic had already departed.

He had left a note that said, “I’m off to work.

Breakfast is waiting on the table.

Don’t skip it, my kitty.

”

Kitty???

This man dared to use such a flirtatious word to talk to her!

She mused, if she was a kitty, what did that make Domenic? A big bad wolf or leopard?

Lindsey gazed at the table, where a delicious breakfast was neatly laid out.

Even though she couldn’t help but grumble inwardly, a warm feeling still washed over her.

After breakfast, Lindsey hurried to her office.

Lindsey organized the information of her artists and headed to Vincent’s workplace.

Standing at the reception desk, Lindsey inquired, “Hello, is Mr.

Vincent Lopez in today?”