Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

“What’s up, Mr.

Walsh?”

“How’s your first day at work going?” Domenic asked.

“Well… not bad.

”

Domenic saw right through her.

“What’s wrong? You sounds upset.

”

Lindsey felt that she couldn’t hide anything from this discerning man, but she didn’t want to be so vulnerable in front of him, so she forced a smile and joked, “This morning, my first task was to deal with a mad dog and nearly got bitten.

I’m still shuddering at the memory!”

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the Line.

“Mr.

Walsh, how can you laugh at my misery?” Lindsey pursed her Lips and pretended to be aggrieved, though in truth, she felt much better.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Domenic cleared his throat and apologized.

“Maybe I can make it up to you over lunch.

My treat.

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Lindsey finally cracked a smile.

“Sounds good!”

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.

“Craving anything?”

After thinking for a while, Lindsey grabbed his arm and said excitedly, “Come with me!”

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.

“Two orders of seafood risotto, please!” Lindsey said to the owner of the food truck.

Then she turned around, eyes gleaming with excitement, and said to Domenic, “Their seafood risotto is to die for!”

The corners of Domenic’s 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.

“It’s my treat,” Domenic said with a frown.

“Why don’t we go to a nicer restaurant?”

Lindsey had just put two plates of seafood risotto on the table when she heard Domenic’s question.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Mr.

Walsh.

Although it doesn’t look like much, sometimes, street food is better than that of a fancy restaurant.

Besides, you’ve already spent a lot of money on me.

I don’t want to take advantage of you.

”

Domenic was slightly moved by her sincerity.

Watching quietly as the girl devoured the food, he couldn’t help but smile.

Lindsey turned out to be right.

Although the food truck didn’t look very sanitary, even Domenic had to admit that their food was amazing.