Chapter 889
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Jordan asked immediately, âWhatâs wrong? Just say the word, Carole.
If Domenic is picking on you, Iâll be at your beck and call.
â
Jordanâs voice was nothing but calming for Carole.
To hear him say those words made her relax.
âItâs fine.
Domenic is very nice to me.
Iâm just a little worried about him.
Heâs been drowning with meetings since this morning, and even skipped lunch.
Whispering Mistâs food is quite delicious, you know? I even invited him for dinner there, but he said that he was too busy and would skip that too.
People need food to function properly.
For all I know, he might collapse if he keeps skipping meals.
But he never listens to me.
So I thinkâ¦â
Jordan couldnât stop himself from smiling.
He was pleased with Caroleâs progress.
Although, he didnât care much about Domenicâs health, he knew he could rely on Carole to keep him informed about
Domenicâs situation in a timely manner.
âI see, Carole, donât worry.
Iâll tell him that.
â
Carole pouted at Jordanâs words.
âBut if Domenic knew I told you about this, heâd definitely hate me more.
Iâd even dare to think heâd drive me away.
.
â
Jordan got what she meant.
âNo need to worry.
I know Domenic.
And, you have my word.
I wonât expose you.
Carole, Domenic lost his mother at a young age.
Heâs been living alone all his life, and the idea of someone caring about his basic needs is new to him.
I owe him a lot.
Please help me take good care of him.
And, donât hesitate to tell me if heâs choosing his work over his health again.
Iâll make sure to lecture him.
â
Carole grinned at Jordanâs words.
âI will take good care of him.
You can trust me.
â
After hanging up, Carole walked out with a smug smile.
In the late afternoon, just after finishing a meeting, Domenic received a call from Jordan.
Rubbing his forehead, he answered.
âGrandpa, whatâs up?â
âDomenic, Iâve made a reservation at Whispering Mist for tonight.
Take Carole there for a nice meal once youâre done with work.
You should be more attentive to her; she is your future wife, after all.
Donât be so distant.
â
Recognizing Jordanâs attempt to create yet another opportunity for him and Carole, Domenic felt a wave of irritation.
Agreeing to marry
Carole didnât mean he had accepted her.
âBut I still have work to finish.
Iâm not sure ifâ¦â
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
Jordan cut him off sharply, âAre you really so busy that you canât spare time for a meal? Iâve noticed youâve lost some weight recently, probably because youâre skipping meals due to work.
Thatâs why I arranged this, to ensure you take a break and eat well.
But it seems Iâve done it all in vain.
â
Jordanâs voice turned into a fit of violent coughing.
Remembering the doctorâs warning that Jordanâs illness couldnât handle stress,
Domenic sighed in resignation.
âAlright, Grandpa.
Once Iâm done with work, Iâll take Carole to dinner.
â
Satisfied with Domenicâs promise, Jordan straightened his back, leaning leisurely against the headboard.
With a feigned weak voice, he said, âThatâs my good boy.
I wonât trouble you any longer.
Go on with your work.
â
That evening, Lindsey arrived at Whispering Mist ahead of time.
It was the most upscale restaurant in town, boasting an elegant and stylish ambiance.
She had fond memories of this place, as it was where she had been reunited with her mother.
She had chosen this venue specifically to invite Reece for dinner, hoping to convey her genuine interest in cooperation.
Soon, a gentleman in a white suit entered the restaurant.
Spotting
Reece, she waved to him eagerly.