Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 343

Cynthia shook her head so hard she looked like one of those wobble-head toys.

“No, of course not! Why would I hide from you? I have absolutely no reason to avoid you.”

Dominic narrowed his eyes at her, studying her face. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

She managed a guilty little smile, trying to look casual.

“I just like to leave my briefcase by the door ahead of time. That way, I won’t forget it when I head out.”

Dominic nodded. “Smart. Good habit to have.”

Seeing his expression remain unchanged, Cynthia finally let out the breath she’d been holding. Only then did she notice Dominic was dressed in workout clothes.

“Heading out for a run?”

He glanced at his watch and nodded.

“Yeah. Want to join me?”

Cynthia thought about how she’d only gotten three hours of sleep after staying up until three. If she tried to go running with Dominic now, she’d probably pass out halfway through. She shook her head quickly.

“No, thanks. Athletics have never really been my strong suit—and I didn’t even bring any workout clothes.”

Dominic didn’t insist. As he pulled on his jacket by the door, his tone was relaxed. “We’ve got three hours before work. Get some more sleep if you want. I’ll wake you when I get back.”

Cynthia blinked, still processing, but Dominic was already out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

She hadn’t felt all that tired before, but now that Dominic had mentioned sleeping in, she couldn’t help but yawn. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to crawl back into bed for a little more rest.

Who knew what kind of trouble Benedict would stir up at VistaSphere Group today? She needed to be at her best.

She slept soundly and, when she finally woke, it was already past eight.

Cynthia hurried to get ready, then stepped out of her room. Dominic was already out of his workout clothes, dressed in a suit and sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

He didn't look up when he heard her, just spoke in that calm way of his. “Awake?”

Dominic directed Galen to drop Cynthia off at VistaSphere Group first.

When they arrived, Cynthia got out and turned back to say goodbye.

Dominic was on the phone, but when he saw her glance back, he looked up and gave her a slight nod before rolling up the window and driving away.

Cynthia watched the car disappear down the street, then turned and walked into the VistaSphere Group building—only to hear someone hurrying up behind her.

“Cynthia.”

Father Benedict’s voice grated on her nerves. She quickened her pace, slipping into the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, Benedict rushed over and stuck out his arm, forcing them back open.

He stepped inside, his face stony, suit slightly crumpled from the elevator doors.

Cynthia’s gaze was frosty. Shame the elevator didn’t close on him a little harder.

Benedict, clearly noticing her refusal to even look at him, let out a tense sigh, jaw clenched as he spoke in a low voice.