Chapter 618

“What’s going on?” Domenic inquired.

Sumner had something he’d been holding back.

He took a deep breath and asked, “Do you really love Lindsey?”

Domenic’s expression darkened a bit.

He stared at Sumner, his voice still icy.

“Why should that matter to you?”

“It matters a lot to me!” Sumner said, his fists clenched.

His previously uncertain look became firm.

“She’s supposed to marry me!”

“What did you just say?” Domenic’s eyebrows knitted together, his intense look almost lethal.

Sumner met his gaze bravely and explained, “You seem unaware of the situation.

Lindsey probably didn’t plan to tell you.

She was ready to go against her mom and call off our engagement just to be with you.

Honestly, I never wanted this engagement either.

I respected Lindsey’s choice and didn’t want to trap her with this meaningless arranged engagement.

”

“So, why are you bringing this up now?” Domenic questioned.

Sumner couldn’t hide his contempt as he laughed.

Stepping forward, he glared coldly at Domenic.

“You know, I figured out you don’t really love her.

Not Like I do, anyway.

She won’t be happy with you.

But me?

I can make her happy.

”

Domenic’s eyes darkened, his cold gaze dropping.

He laughed, a mix of bitterness and sarcasm, and locked eyes with Sumner.

“You think you can take her from me? Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sumner.

”

With those words, Domenic walked off, his tall figure disappearing into the night.

Sumner yelled after him, “If you don’t love her, let her go! If you won’t, I’m not backing down!”

Without turning, Domenic felt like a massive hand was tightly clenching his heart, on the brink of crushing.

He walked on until a rare Bugatti pulled up.

Hendrix rolled down the window, looking concerned.

“Boss, get in.

”

He’d followed Domenic all the way from the hospital, making sure they weren’t followed.

But Domenic ignored him, visibly trembling, as if he was suppressing a flood of emotions.

ALL of a sudden, he clutched at his own chest, hunching down and desperately struggling to breathe.

Hendrix burst out of the car, rushing to Domenic.

“Boss, what’s wrong?

Are you okay? Get in, I’ll take you to the hospital!

Domenic casually waved his hand.

“Join me for a drink.

”

“What?” Hendrix looked shocked.

“Isn’t this a bit unusual?” he muttered to himself.

He had been Domenic’s right-hand man for over a decade but always kept things strictly professional.

They had never shared a drink.

“You don’t want to?” Domenic raised an eyebrow.

“Fine, I’ll go alone.

”

“No, it’s not that,” Hendrix quickly replied, feeling anxious.

He made up his mind.

“Alright, let’s go.

”