Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Raymond spoke while standing nearby.

Dominic lowered his gaze, staring at the woman on the screen. Dressed in a black business suit, she looked sharp, confident, and poised, exuding a quiet defiance.

He couldn't help but recall the times he had seen her disheveled, dejected, and utterly broken. And today, she had desperately tried to please, yet she couldn't endure the humiliation and ended up fleeing in defeat.

A flicker of irritation crossed his mind.

Perhaps he had been too harsh with his words today.

...

At around 9:00 pm, Vespera woke up and headed to the kitchen to make herself a

bowl of pasta.

As she stirred the pot, her phone buzzed with a notification.

It was a message from Raymond.

Since the last time she had asked about Dominic's height, weight, and

measurements, he had completely ignored her. Now, out of nowhere, he had sent over a set of numbers.

There was also a message. "Mr. Reid said you owe him a suit. To avoid any confusion while shopping, he asked me to provide you with his measurements."

Vespera stared at the message, dumbfounded.

She thought to herself, "What did he mean by this? Was he changing his mind and giving me another chance?"

She immediately dismissed the idea. She couldn't afford to be that self-absorbed.

If anything, this was probably his way of making sure she didn't use the suit as an excuse to show up at his door again. He was simply getting ahead of her, a preemptive warning not to play any tricks.

If she misread his intentions and foolishly used the suit as an excuse to see him, he would only mock her for it.

She wanted this job, but not at the cost of her dignity.

With careful consideration, she replied, "Got it, I've noted the measurements. I'll purchase the suit as soon as possible and mail it over."

Raymond read the message and relayed it to Dominic. "Ms. Gildon said she's noted the measurements. She'll send the suit by mail."

Dominic thought, "Mail it?"

Wearing his platinum-rimmed glasses, Dominic sat on the couch reading a book. His gaze flickered slightly, but he remained composed.

soft hum, turning the page with his slender, pale

speaking, "Should

an opportunity. And to

need. If she's unwilling,

"How exactly do you know she

that statement felt odd, but Raymond knew better than to press

...

next day, Vespera went shopping for

her house, a

fabrics, and craftsmanship to

legs ached from all the walking, yet she still hadn't found the

plenty. But his was a custom-made piece, tailored to perfection

look of disdain and aristocratic indifference he would

"Ugh, whatever."

he liked it or not

while, Vespera decisively entered

a charcoal gray suit

sales associate took Dominic's measurements, she couldn't help but

She thought, "A model?"

heard this, he would

Raymond, asking for his mailing address. As she focused on typing the message, someone

moment, Luke had just returned to his office after

golf course yesterday lingered in his mind-it looked

was that there had

and stray a little, but she couldn't. If even a single finger

was meant to be with him forever, to love him, and only have eyes

he had people watching

sent out. Vespera

felt a wave of satisfaction. So, she had

was how it should be-being a good wife to him was

had originally planned to send the suit by mail right after leaving the

silence, so she reluctantly decided to bring the bag home instead. She tossed it onto the couch in the living room and headed upstairs for a

the rest of the afternoon, she spent her time packing the last

her things. There were only eight

she had lived in for so many years, she couldn't help but feel a surge of

designed according to her preferences. She had chosen every piece of furniture and even left room for

had planned a life together, but now,

the bottom drawer that hadn't

she found an old

her computer, only to discover it was filled with photos from the

high school, and college. Back then, he

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