Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 336

Cynthia’s voice remained calm and even. “I never said I’d go with you. There’s you, there’s me—there’s no ‘us.’ Don’t flatter yourself.”

With that, she hung up.

When she looked up, she caught sight of Dominic standing silently in the doorway, watching her with a gaze that was difficult to read.

She paused, taken aback for a moment. Remembering that he’d always worried she might go easy on Father Benedict, she offered a quick explanation.

“He stole Assistant Frank’s phone to call me.”

Dominic nodded, letting out a noncommittal “Mm” through his nose.

Relieved that he didn’t seem upset, Cynthia relaxed a little.

She bent down to close her suitcase, searching for a place to put it. Before she could find one, Dominic stepped forward and opened the wardrobe’s first compartment for her.

“Just put it in there.”

Only then did Cynthia notice the wardrobe had a special section designed for luggage.

She gave a sheepish smile. “You’ve got a good memory—even the details of the guest room.”

Dominic finally looked away from her and replied, “I designed this house myself and oversaw the renovation, so I remember all the details.”

Surprise flickered in Cynthia’s eyes. With how busy he always was, she hadn’t expected he’d find the time to design and help renovate his own home.

“So this place must mean a lot to you, then?”

Dominic shot her a glance but didn’t answer. Instead, he changed the subject.

“What should we have for dinner tonight?”

The abrupt shift caught Cynthia off guard. “Anything’s fine.”

“Mr. Holloway, how am I supposed to cook with nothing in here?”

Dominic grabbed his car keys from the counter. Cynthia assumed he’d given up on trying her cooking, so she followed after him.

“Are we eating out?” she asked.

“There’s nothing to cook with at home. Shouldn’t we go buy some groceries?” he said, tone steady as ever.

“Oh,” Cynthia replied, quickly slipping on her shoes to join him.

There was a supermarket just outside the neighborhood. Dominic drove only a few minutes before pulling up to the entrance—thanks to Cynthia, who spotted it first and told him where to stop.

Inside, Dominic pushed the cart while Cynthia walked ahead, selecting vegetables and ingredients, occasionally picking something up, inspecting it, and dropping it into the cart.

As she moved through the aisles, her understated beauty radiated a gentle warmth. Dominic found himself watching her, a complicated, unspoken feeling stirring in his chest.