Chapter 97
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
âDonât worry.
Those bastards will never bother you again.
â
âThanks⦠But Mr.
Walsh, what were you doing here in the first place?â Lindsey swallowed her fear, pulled herself together, and willed herself to think rationally.
âI dined with my boss nearby.
After parting ways with him, I happened to run into you as I passed by here.
â
Lindsey nodded and didnât ask him any more questions.
âWho were those people?â Domenic frowned and asked.
Fortunately, he had ordered that Lindsey be monitored at all times.
When his man found that the place she had gone to was rather remote, he became suspicious and informed Domenic at once.
That was why Domenic made it to the karaoke bar in time.
Lindseyâs expression darkened.
âI was supposed to meet Darien Crawford, a producer of Ray Films, here.
He claimed that the film crew was going to hang out in this karaoke bar, but when I went to the private room, it turned out to be a trap.
I have no idea who those thugs were.
â
âRay Films⦠Darien Crawfordâ¦â Domenic repeated those names coldly.
Then he gently wrapped his arm around Lindseyâs shoulders and said, âLetâs go home and get some rest.
Iâll figure out how to deal with this tomorrow.
â
Lindsey fell silent.
Domenic was just a regular salary man who knew little about the entertainment industry while Darien was a seasoned producer.
Moreover, Darien likely had a powerful backer.
What could Domenic possibly do to âdealâ with this matter?
He was probably just saying that to comfort her.
âCome on.
Letâs go home.
â
Domenic took her hand and was about to lead her away when Lindsey suddenly groaned.
Worried he mightâve hurt her, Domenic swiftly whirled around and looked at her with concern,
only to find that she was bare foot.
âI ran for my life and lost my shoesââ Feeling embarrassed, Lindsey subconsciously hid her feet, which were covered in small scratches.
But before she could finish speaking, Domenic suddenly scooped her up in his arms.
âMr.
Walsh?â Lindsey exclaimed in surprise.
Domenicâs cold expression softened in the moonlight.
âYour feet are injured.
â
Lindsey pursed her lips and subconsciously shrank into his arms.
The manâs pleasant musk filled her nose, rendering her restless.
Feeling as though sheâd die from embarrassment, she pleaded in a low voice, âPut me down.
Itâs no big deal, okay? I can walk by myself!â
âIf you donât want to report to work tomorrow, Iâll be more than happy to put you down and let you walk by yourself.
â
At this, Lindsey shut her mouth and stopped protesting.
In this way, Domenic carried her to the roadside and hailed a taxi.
Later, when the taxi dropped them off in their neighborhood, Domenic carried her all the way to their apartment.