Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 342

Cynthia let out a quiet sigh, worried that Jocelyn’s wild ideas might throw her off track. She offered a half-hearted reply, then ended the call.

Things were different between the Fairchilds and the Tremaines. Jocelyn was bold enough to risk everything, but Cynthia didn’t have that kind of courage.

She took several deep breaths, steadying herself, and only after she’d pulled her emotions together did she step out of her room.

Dominic was still sitting on the couch. When she emerged, his bright, lively gaze immediately landed on her.

Cynthia stopped, forcing a smile. “I’m really not myself today—just tired, I think. I’d rather rest now. Let’s play another time.”

Dominic nodded, not pushing her, though his curious eyes lingered. “So, how did you answer her question?”

Cynthia blinked. “Sorry?”

Dominic’s lips curled into an amused smile. “The question about whether I’m any good.”

Cynthia’s cheeks burned. “...I didn’t answer.”

How could she? And besides, how was she supposed to know if he was any good or not? And what sort of man follows up and asks for the answer himself?

Honestly. Shameless.

Dominic raised an eyebrow, a trace of regret flickering in his eyes, but his tone turned serious. “If she asks you again, what will you say?”

Cynthia let out a nervous laugh and hurried to explain, “Jocelyn misunderstood, so I set her straight. She won’t ask about that again.”

Dominic’s gaze was steady. “I said if.”

Looking at the sly smile on Dominic’s face, Cynthia felt her scalp prickle. “I’d tell her I don’t know.”

Dominic chuckled softly and finally looked away, his voice turning casual. “You’ll find out.”

Cynthia’s face went scarlet as his meaning sank in.

No, she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to!

She was at the entryway, about to change her shoes, when Dominic’s deep voice drifted from the living room.

“Up so early? Where are you headed?”

Cynthia froze. He was up already, too?

“I’m going out to grab some breakfast,” she replied.

VistaSphere Group didn’t start work until nine, and it was only a thirty-minute drive from here. No way was she about to tell Dominic she was heading to work at six—he’d just think she was avoiding him on purpose.

Dominic glanced at her work uniform and strode over, his voice calm. “You don’t need to get up so early from now on. Someone will deliver breakfast at seven-thirty every morning.”

Cynthia stared, dazed, then nodded. “Alright.”

Dominic’s eyes flicked to her briefcase resting on the shoe cabinet, and he leaned in a little, bringing his face close to hers.

“You’re not trying to avoid me, are you?”