Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 250

“Hello, I’m Cynthia.”

She spoke up, gently pressing a hand against Dominic’s chest, trying to put some space between them.

From the phone in her other hand, Benedict’s drunken voice slurred through the speaker.

“Honey, it’s me... I’m drunk, lost my phone. Can you come pick me up?”

Cynthia frowned, about to reply, when the man who’d just loosened his grip on her suddenly tightened his arms again, pulling her straight into his embrace.

Her nose bumped against his firm chest, making her wince with a muffled groan.

“You—”

She barely got the word out before he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled, his voice thick and sleepy. “I want to sleep now.”

Cynthia: “????”

She hadn’t even processed what was happening when Benedict, still on the phone, reacted first.

“Cynthia, where are you? Who’s that man with you? You—”

Cynthia had never planned to pick Benedict up anyway; she was even ready to throw a couple of barbs his way. But just as she opened her mouth, the man with his head tucked in her neck suddenly gave her skin a light nip.

“Ow—!”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

On the other end, Benedict fell silent for a beat, then exploded.

She could hear his shrill shout through the phone, so loud it made her head ache.

Cynthia winced, her patience running out. She was just about to hang up when a long, elegant hand covered hers, plucked the phone from her grip, and tossed it straight out the car window.

She watched, dumbfounded, as her phone sailed in a perfect arc and disappeared among the passing cars.

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