Chapter 59
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
âWhatâs up, Mr.
Walsh?â
âHowâs your first day at work going?â Domenic asked.
âWell⦠not bad.
â
Domenic saw right through her.
âWhatâs wrong? You sounds upset.
â
Lindsey felt that she couldnât hide anything from this discerning man, but she didnât want to be so vulnerable in front of him, so she forced a smile and joked, âThis morning, my first task was to deal with a mad dog and nearly got bitten.
Iâm still shuddering at the memory!â
A chuckle sounded from the other end of the Line.
âMr.
Walsh, how can you laugh at my misery?â Lindsey pursed her Lips and pretended to be aggrieved, though in truth, she felt much better.
âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry,â Domenic cleared his throat and apologized.
âMaybe I can make it up to you over lunch.
My treat.
â
Lindsey finally cracked a smile.
âSounds good!â
Soon, it was time for lunch.
As soon as Lindsey walked out of the office building, she found Domenic waiting for her outside.
He was leaning against the railing by the side of the road in a crisp, white polo shirt.
Even in such casual attire, he looked like a supermodel.
Domenic straightened up when he saw Lindsey trotting toward him.
âCraving anything?â
After thinking for a while, Lindsey grabbed his arm and said excitedly, âCome with me!â
Lindsey hailed a taxi and took Domenic to a place a few kilometers away.
After paying for the
fare, they got out and walked to a food truck.
âTwo orders of seafood risotto, please!â Lindsey said to the owner of the food truck.
Then she turned around, eyes gleaming with excitement, and said to Domenic, âTheir seafood risotto is to die for!â
The corners of Domenicâs mouth twitched unnaturally.
He had never eaten street food before.
He grabbed a wad of napkins from the table and wiped his seat before sitting down.
âItâs my treat,â Domenic said with a frown.
âWhy donât we go to a nicer restaurant?â
Lindsey had just put two plates of seafood risotto on the table when she heard Domenicâs question.
âDonât judge a book by its cover, Mr.
Walsh.
Although it doesnât look like much, sometimes, street food is better than that of a fancy restaurant.
Besides, youâve already spent a lot of money on me.
I donât want to take advantage of you.
â
Domenic was slightly moved by her sincerity.
Watching quietly as the girl devoured the food, he couldnât help but smile.
Lindsey turned out to be right.
Although the food truck didnât look very sanitary, even Domenic had to admit that their food was amazing.