Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Gazing at the handsome face of “Domenic”, tears welled up in her eyes.

Hendrix, noticing her glassy-eyed daze, knew she wasn’t fully awake.

But at least she was conscious.

Leaving her on the cold floor wasn’t an option.

He reached out to help her up.

“You should get off the floor.

It’s cold.

”

Suddenly, Lindsey threw her arms around him.

In her dream-clouded mind, there was only Domenic.

She squeezed him tightly, burying her face in his chest.

“Domenic, I had a horrible dream,” she choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Memories of the dream made her nose tingle, and she gripped his arm even harder.

“I dreamt we broke up, that you lied to me the whole time.

” Despite knowing it was a dream, sobs wracked her body.

“Please don’t leave me.

Tell me it wasn’t real.

Tell me you’re just an ordinary person, not some powerful CEO.

Tell me you were always honest with me.

”

Hendrix, taken aback by her sudden embrace, tried to gently push her away.

But she clung to him with surprising strength, pulling him down to the floor with her, landing on top of him.

Lindsey was sobbing, her voice murmuring indistinct words that Hendrix couldn’t fully understand.

He didn’t dare to make physical contact with her.

She was his boss’s woman, a person he knew he absolutely must not touch.

He kept his hands hovering in mid-air.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Miss Stewart, please snap out of it! It’s me, Hendrix!” He shouted loudly, trying to get through to her.

“Domenic, I need you to hold me.

” Lindsey looked up at Hendrix, her eyes glazed and unfocused, obviously confusing him with another person.

Hendrix immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Her condition didn’t seem like ordinary drunkenness.

It appeared more like she had been drugged!

Having worked closely with Domenic, Hendrix had previously observed the effects of hallucinogenic substances on people.

Lindsey’s current state was strikingly similar.

It was a total loss of awareness, with the person completely immersed in their hallucinations.

That explained why she had mistaken him for Domenic.

Could the honeyed water from earlier be the cause?

Realizing this, he knew he couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer.

The situation would only deteriorate further.

He forcefully pushed her away and reached for his phone to contact Domenic.

However, he suddenly noticed a strange odor.

It had been subtly present earlier, but amidst the commotion, he hadn’t paid much attention to it.

Turning around, he saw that the room door was closed, with a thin wisp of smoke seeping in from under it.

His head started to feel clouded, and his senses became muddled.

The phone slipped from his hand and his vision began to blur.

An average person wouldn’t withstand this state for long, but Hendrix was not an ordinary individual.

He was Domenic’s most reliable and capable assistant.

He attempted to grasp his phone, but his vision was too blurred to focus on it.