Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chills ran through Lindsey’s hand as if her thoughts were laid bare.

She tossed the belt down in frustration, stepping back, blushing, and pouting, “Try it yourself!”

Domenic smiled and secured the belt around his waist.

In fascination, Lindsey watched.

This man’s figure was so fine that anything he wore looked splendid.

A mere belt donned by him exuded a restrained, aristocratic air.

“It’s said giving a man a belt aims to capture his heart.

Are you afraid I might bolt?” Domenic looked up and said.

Lindsey stepped forward, seized his belt, and pulled him closer.

She narrowed her eyes, querying, “How do you know so much? Have you received a belt from another woman before? Huh?”

Domenic had recently gleaned such insights from books.

The subtleties of relationships eluded him previously.

Extending his hands, Domenic pressed Lindsey’s shoulders, pinning her against the shoe cabinet.

face, he stated emphatically, “Don’t misjudge

first to belt me, and the

”

intense, dark gaze, Lindsey’s bag slipped to the floor, revealing a peek of the

Domenic’s gaze darted down

ward.

“What’s this? New attire?”

Lindsey’s face reddened instantly.

hurried to retrieve the bag, but before she could, Domenic swiftly plucked out the

red cut-out nightgown unfolded

Lindsey’s neck flushed

to find

hand encircled

heard his low, magnetic

you know I fancy this? Wear it for me

”

her lip, and whispered into Domenic’s ear, “I never

Truly… You’re quite bold.

”

and he scooped Lindsey up in his

wound her arms around his neck, questioning,