GoodReadChapter 143 Domenic seemed taken aback by her words.
Had he misunderstood her? He bent down and grabbed her ankle nervously.
"Lethave a look.
Lindsey shook off his hand and said, "It's none of your business! From now on, you live your life, I'll live mine.
We will not interfere with each other!" "We can discuss this later.
Right now, your foot needs attention.
" As Domenic hit the elevator button, a bar staff member approached, noticing Domenic and Lindsey, who was cradling her ankle.
The staff member stopped and bowed respectfully.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Sir, how can I assist you?" Just then, the elevator doors slid open.
Domenic scooped Lindsey up in his arms and instructed the staff member, “My fiancée sprained her ankle. Please prepare a room on the third floor for us and bring sice packs.
's BunnyBookery "Yes, sir.
Lindsey squirmed in Domenic's arms, confused as to why he still referred to her as his fiancée and held her so closely after she had asked for a clean break between them.
"Domenic, letgo! I want to go home!" Lindsey pinched Domenic's arm in frustration.
Domenic slightly frowned, feeling as if his arm had been scratched by a disobedient cat.
He gazed down at her with his charming eyes.
"Relax.
Your place is also mine.
It's all the same.
"1 "You!" Lindsey's ears turned a fiery red.
"How can you have no shame!" "Your ankle's really swollen.
Without ice, you might struggle with walking for quite a while.
" Domenic said in a serious tone.
Lindsey bit her lip lightly, finding it hard to argue.
Every time, he would use this reason to persuade her.
But what he said indeed made sense.
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Lately, she needed to focus on Vincent's work arrangement, and she really didn't want any inconvenience at this crucial moment. The third floor of Champs Le Bar housed the guest rooms.
Even the simplest room there was a small fortune per night.
Upon reaching the third floor, Lindsey and Domenic were greeted by m someone who promptly opened a E door for them. Domenic gently placed Lindsey on the immaculately made bed in the bedroom.
Looking around, she realized they were in a suite, with its golden decor exuding luxury.
"This room must be expensive, right? Maybe we should just leave?" Lindsey didn't want to be further indebted to him.
Domenic, half-kneeling in front of her, removed her high heels.
Her delicate, pink feet were revealed, unintentionally alluring.
Her ankle was visibly swollen.
Domenic, with his hands on either side of Lindsey, looked up at her, his osey, looked eyes filled with a tender gaze. "Going back now would take time, and your ankle needs immediate care.
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