Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 259

“Oh.” Cynthia nodded blankly. She was the one who’d started this conversation, yet now she had no idea how to keep it going.

“Is there anything else you want to ask?” Dominic’s eyes were steady on her, patient and attentive.

Cynthia shook her head. “No, that’s all.”

She let out an awkward laugh—two short bursts that sounded painfully out of place in the confined car.

The silence that followed only made things worse.

Dominic finally turned away, the deep set of his eyes shadowed with a hint of resignation.

Suddenly, the car lurched into a sharp turn. Cynthia, caught completely off guard, tumbled straight into Dominic’s side.

Her face pressed right against his suit pants—an impossibly embarrassing spot.

Cynthia froze, her breath hitching as she became acutely aware of the tension running through Dominic’s body.

“S-sorry… I’m so sorry.”

She scrambled to sit upright, but before she could right herself, the car swerved again, pitching her back toward him.

This time, Dominic lifted his leg slightly, trying to soften the blow, but it didn’t stop her face from landing far too close for comfort.

Cynthia’s cheeks flamed red. She felt like she might just pass out from the humiliation.

Dominic said nothing, but his body had gone rigid. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable and conflicted.

For a split second, Cynthia registered something… unexpected beneath her.

Her face went scarlet. Panicking, she tried to pull away, just as the car took another corner.

At this point, Cynthia wanted to cry. She was convinced that Galen’s driving today was atrocious.

At last, Dominic reached out and cupped her face, steadying her—maybe as much for his sake as hers.

“Galen.”

His voice was low and rough, tinged with exasperation and something else Cynthia couldn’t name.

Since Galen wasn’t coming with them back to the Capital, he pulled their suitcase from the trunk. Cynthia immediately stepped up to take over, grabbing the handle before Dominic could.

Galen hesitated, giving her a gentle warning. “That suitcase is pretty heavy. Are you sure you can manage it? Maybe—”

Before he could finish, Cynthia lifted the bag with one hand. “It’s really not that bad.”

Galen: …

“And it has wheels,” Cynthia added. “It’s not like I have to carry it the whole way.”

Truthfully, she’d rather do anything than walk beside Dominic empty-handed, doing nothing—now that would be unbearably awkward.

Keeping busy was her way of coping.

Galen just shook his head, watching the two march into the airport together.

At this rate, he wondered if his boss would ever actually get married. Thirty-two already—give it a few more years and the bloom would definitely be off the rose.

Cynthia rolled the suitcase ahead of Dominic. Neither of them spoke, but at least the atmosphere wasn’t nearly as suffocating as it had been in the car.