Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 334

Dominic didn’t answer Cynthia right away. Instead, he simply bent down and stepped out of the car.

With a frown, Cynthia followed, quickly getting out behind him.

Galen just smiled, calmly unloading Cynthia’s suitcase and wheeling it to the elevator. He pressed the button for them before stepping aside.

Trailing after Dominic, Cynthia clutched her suitcase tightly, her heart pounding for reasons she couldn’t explain.

“Mr. Holloway…” she tried again, her voice tentative.

This time, Dominic responded, his tone unhurried.

“Holloway Enterprises has been making headlines lately about our new project here in Cloudcrest. If you and I stay at the same hotel, it’s only a matter of time before some unscrupulous reporter snaps a photo of us coming and going together.”

“To avoid any unnecessary trouble, you’ll be staying at my place for now.”

Cynthia’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She could handle staying at a hotel, sure—but staying at his place?

Dominic’s private home.

A strange nervousness crept through her. Not because she was worried Dominic would try anything inappropriate—no, it was something more complicated, something she couldn’t quite name.

“Mr. Holloway, isn’t this… basically cohabiting?”

Dominic stopped, turned, and looked at her. Seeing her clear discomfort, his expression darkened, and he replied, voice cool and flat.

“You wish.”

“You think I’d want to live with you?”

Cynthia shook her head, rejecting the idea almost before he finished speaking. “Absolutely not.”

A flicker of something sharp crossed Dominic’s gaze before he looked away, his tone icy. “You’ll stay in the staff room.”

Cynthia stared at him in disbelief. “…I’d really rather stay at a hotel.”

Dominic replied without missing a beat, “Hotel expenses aren’t covered.”

Cynthia gritted her teeth. “That’s fine, I can pay for myself.”

Dominic glanced down at her. “Why the long face? Upset about the staff room? Were you hoping for the master suite?”

Cynthia shook her head quickly. “No, of course not.”

She didn’t even dare stay in the staff room, let alone the master bedroom.

Dominic let out a low chuckle, turning away just as the elevator doors opened again. He grabbed her suitcase without ceremony and wheeled it out, his tone casual and almost teasing.

“Relax, I’m not charging you rent.”

Cynthia was speechless.

He added, “If you’re not busy during the day and want to help around the house, I might even pay you a bit.”

That finally broke through Cynthia’s daze. She looked up, suspicious. “How much?”

Dominic shrugged. “Market rate for cleaning these days is a couple grand per session. A good deep clean five or six times a month, you’re looking at a small fortune in fees.”

Cynthia gaped at him. For a moment, she wondered if she’d just stumbled on the world’s most lucrative side hustle. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad after all.