Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 358

Dominic was still standing in the elevator, his long, elegant fingers pressed firmly on the “open” button as he waited for her, his face set in stone.

Cynthia hurried inside and took her place beside him, murmuring softly, “Thank you.”

He shot her a sideways glance, then pressed the button for their floor before pulling his hand away. “For a moment, I thought you’d lost your voice.”

“I haven’t,” Cynthia replied, lips pressed tight.

“So, not mute. Just don’t want to talk to me?” Dominic’s tone was sharp. “Or are you still hoping to run off to your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Cynthia answered quietly. “He’s my ex. We broke up.”

Dominic let out a cold, dismissive laugh, his gaze cutting. “So, you don’t want to break up? Still holding onto him?”

She shook her head. No—she wasn’t the one who couldn’t let go.

It was Benedict who had betrayed their seven-year relationship, not her. If anyone should be filled with regret, it was him, not her.

Dominic watched her stare at the floor, a heavy frustration pressing in his chest.

The elevator door slid open on their floor.

Without a word, he strode out, jaw clenched.

As he stepped into the hallway, Cynthia heard his low voice drift back. “Funny. When you wanted to call off our engagement, I don’t remember you being so soft-hearted.”

Cynthia froze, staring in disbelief at his retreating back. The elevator doors closed, blocking her view. She hurriedly pressed the button to open them again and stepped out into the hallway.

Dominic was already inside the apartment, the front door left wide open.

She took a deep breath and followed. Her slippers were sitting neatly by the entryway.

She could have sworn she’d put them away before leaving. Clearly, Dominic had set them out for her when he changed his own shoes.

Cynthia bit her lip, steeling herself. She needed to explain why she had gone to the class reunion tonight.

Nothing would really change.

Dominic hung up and turned just in time to see a shadow pass his doorway.

Cynthia had just reached her own room and was heading for the bathroom when she heard a knock.

She took a deep breath, composing herself before opening the door.

“Is there something you need, Mr. Holloway?” She kept her voice steady, masking any trace of emotion.

Dominic looked down at her, his expression unreadable.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

His tone was calm, stripped of the anger he’d shown in the car earlier.