Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 309

Vicky reached out instinctively to steady Cynthia, but her hand froze in midair. She let out a helpless laugh and said, “Dominic, are you worried I might hurt her?”

Dominic shot her a glance, offering no reply. The answer was written all over his face.

For a split second, Vicky’s smile faltered.

Miranda stepped in at just the right moment, her voice gentle and low. “I think Miss Tremaine has had a bit too much to drink. Maybe she should rest in her room and wait for us? It’s too loud out here.”

Vicky nodded, playing along with a bright smile. “Dominic, after all these years, do you still not know what kind of person I am?” She lifted her hands in mock surrender. “Besides, with so many people around, how could I possibly hurt Cynthia?”

Though Cynthia’s head was swimming, she still managed to stay somewhat alert. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said at once, shaking off Vicky’s hand from her arm.

The Chalfont sisters were glaring at her and her sister with thinly veiled jealousy; God only knew what trouble they might stir up if given the chance.

If she actually followed Vicky off to the guest room, that would mean she was truly out of her senses.

She’d already had more than enough to drink tonight—there was no guarantee she’d stay lucid much longer.

The only safe option was to stick with Dominic. He’d never leave her to fend for herself.

Seeing that Cynthia had made her position clear—and that she was now leaning heavily against Dominic, who looked every bit the protective guardian—Vicky had no choice but to withdraw her hand.

She drew a slow breath, hiding her irritation behind a mask of composure. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Seymour watching her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Clearly, he also thought she might try something with Cynthia while she was drunk.

Vicky’s brows knit together in frustration.

Fine—so Seymour couldn’t let Juliet go. But did he really have to hover over Juliet’s little sister too?

Dominic shifted as well, settling in beside her. He watched as, not a moment after speaking, she closed her eyes, already drifting off. A faint, helpless smile tugged at his lips.

He leaned in a bit more, offering his shoulder, and Cynthia, half-asleep, let her head rest there without a second thought.

Miranda had been keeping a close eye on Dominic all along. Watching him purposely move closer so Cynthia could lean on him, she felt her breath catch.

She’d known Dominic for years.

She’d never seen him like this.

Miranda drew a long, steadying breath, trying to look away from Dominic and Cynthia, but she couldn’t help herself; her gaze kept drifting back.

Meanwhile, Jocelyn—who ran a popular social media account—had, by sheer luck, captured Dominic’s quiet, protective gestures on video while she was filming earlier.