Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 120

Dominic followed just a step behind her, and as soon as she sat down, he slid into the seat right beside her.

Cynthia blinked in surprise, her voice awkward as she tried to break the tension.

"Fancy running into you here."

Dominic didn't even look at her. "Not exactly a coincidence."

Cynthia fell silent, unsure how to respond.

He seemed a little uncomfortable, shifting in his seat until he'd found a position that suited him. Then he turned his head just enough to face her direction and, without another word, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Despite his quiet, his presence was impossible to ignore. Cynthia found herself stealing glances at him as he slept.

His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, softening the sharpness he usually wore like armor. A faint line creased his brow, as if he were troubled even in sleep.

In the ten years she'd been away from Cloudcrest, Cynthia never imagined she'd ever be this close to Dominic again.

Her thoughts wandered, stretching out and unraveling with the rhythm of the road. She hadn't slept a wink the night before, and now, with her guard down and the world humming quietly around her, exhaustion crept in.

Just as she was about to drift off, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

Cynthia opened her eyes, turning to see who it was.

A girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen, stood beside her, nervously clutching her phone. She held it out to Cynthia, her hands trembling ever so slightly.

Cynthia glanced at the screen and saw a line of text:

**"Excuse me, are you his girlfriend?"**

Cynthia shook her head. "No, I'm not."

The girl's face lit up in obvious relief, her excitement barely contained.

"Oh! Then, um, could you maybe give me his number?"

"Uh…" Cynthia hesitated, glancing down—only to find herself meeting Dominic's deep, unreadable gaze.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify