Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

“That’s exactly why I should do it,” Carole emphasized, giving Emilee a significant look.

Understanding Carole’s intent, Emilee relented.

“Thank you.

” She then handed over the coffee without another word.

With the cup in hand, Carole approached Domenic’s office, knocked, and walked in.

Domenic focused on the screen of his computer, his fingers typing at an incredible speed.

Emilee always brought him coffee at this time so he hadn’t been expecting anything special.

Carole entered the room and silently placed the coffee beside Domenic.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She didn’t bother hiding her fascination with his working mode; she found it rather attractive.

Domenic’s fingers stopped typing as he sensed something unusual.

He tore his eyes away from his screen and found Carole.

Her eyes widened slightly before she broke eye contact.

Her cheeks flushed with pinkish hues.

Domenic’s brows furrowed and frowned at the sight before him.

“What are you doing here?” Domenic asked, shifting his focus back to his computer.

“I brought you coffee.

” Carole smiled and batted her eyelashes, pointing to the cup of coffee on his desk and gently nudging it forward with her finger.

“You’ve been working nonstop since morning.

Coffee will re-energize you.

I can also massage your shoulders if you feel tired.

I know a few tricks up my sleeve! My skills even got your grandpa’s credit…”

Domenic’s face remained cold.

He pulled his hands away from the keyboard and reached for his phone, then made a call.

“Do you want your job or not?” Domenic spoke irritably, gripping the phone tightly.

“Did you take my orders for nothing?! Were you not told Miss Larson is a distinguished guest of our chairman? How idiotic of you to make her run errands.

You disrespected the chairman! Make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Another mistake like that and you’re fired!” Domenic yelled.

Despite his harsh words, he wasn’t having a tantrum because of Emilee.

He just wanted Carole to leave him alone.

Carole gasped at Domenic’s actions.

She took one step forward to console him.

“Domenic, I came here myself.

Don’t blame Emilee.

”

Domenic slammed the phone on his desk and immersed himself in work, ignoring Carole.

Before she could speak, he cut in.

“Carole, Grandpa didn’t arrange all this for you to run errands.

Go explore the area.

Do whatever it is you want to do.

The employees will handle their tasks, so you don’t need to be here.

Now that’s settled, I have a meeting later.

You’re free to go.

”

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Aggrieved by Domenic’s words, Carole pursed her Lips, on the verge of tears.

She understood that Domenic was intentionally distancing himself from her, indirectly opposing Jordan’s arrangement, and emphasizing that there would be no chance of intimacy between them, despite working in the same company.

But Domenic had promised to marry her.

Why was he acting so cold?

Was his resentment toward her so great that he couldn’t even bear to look at her?

Carole refused to believe that Domenic had no feelings for her.

Her brows twitched.

She knew why he was acting this way.

She was convinced that he was simply enchanted by that Lindsey.

Carole straightened her back and held her chin high.

She believed that he would eventually see her true worth and realize that she was the one for him.

“Okay, Domenic.

” Carole nodded, her hands clenched into fists, her nails dug into her skin.

Taking a deep breath, Carole silently walked out of Domenic’s office, closing the door behind her before exhaling the breath she had been holding.

She shut her eyes and walked to a quiet corner.

She reached for her phone and called Jordan.

“Carole? How’s your first day at work? Any luck with Domenic?” Jordan asked on the phone.

Carole let out a weak laugh.

She smiled and slumped her shoulders.

“I’m alright.

But…” She hesitated.