Chapter 6 This Is The One

Lindsey, however, failed to notice the change in Domenic's expression. She continued enthusiastically, "You look great already, but I want my 'boyfriend' to look filthy rich and strikingly handsome. Only in this way can he be superior to everyone in the engagement party, including my jerk of a fiancé. So, you'll have to wear clothes that align with this image. But don't worry! I'll pay for the clothes, and you can keep them afterwards."

Domenic stopped toying with the coffee cup in his hands.

Not once in his life had he ever spent a woman's money.

"Since the clothes are for me, I'll pay for them myself," he offered.

"No, no, I insist. You're the one doing me a huge favor."

"But—"

"No 'buts'! I'm your boss now; you have to listen to me."

A trace of surprise flickered in Domenic's eyes, and the way he looked at Lindsey changed.

The two chatted for a little while longer before Lindsey glanced at her watch and said, "Mr. Walsh, it's late. I should get going. See you tomorrow at the mall, okay?"

Domenic nodded to show that he understood. With that, Lindsey stood up and left.

Domenic waited for a while before leaving the small cafe.

All of a sudden, a limited edition machine gray Bugatti drove over and pulled to a stop in front of him.

Domenic's assistant, Hendrix Coleman, briskly got out of the car and opened the door for him.

"Mr. Walsh, I saw that the lady had left, so I drove over to pick you up."

Without saying a word, Domenic shrugged off his jacket, tossed it at Hendrix, and got into the car.

Hendrix returned to the driver's seat and then handed a paper bag to Domenic. Inside was a custom-tailored suit.

Glancing at the well-worn jacket that Domenic had just taken off, Hendrix sighed inwardly. The coat really didn't align with his boss's temperament.

"Mr. Walsh, I should throw this jacket away."

Just as Hendrix was about to get out of the car with the jacket in tow, a cold voice stopped him.

"Keep it."

"What?"

"I'll need it tomorrow."

Hendrix was too shocked to react. His boss had so many luxury clothes to choose from, so why would he choose to wear this cheap jacket?

Hendrix shook his head at a loss. His boss must be crazy!

That evening, Lindsey texted him to confirm the time of their appointment the following day. After she hit send, she tucked herself in bed and went to sleep.

At three o'clock sharp the next day, she arrived at the appointed mall.

This was one of the city's five-star shopping malls, housing a collection of renowned international designer brands.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Walsh." Lindsey waved at Domenic, who was waiting at the main entrance. His hands were in his pockets, and he was wearing the same jacket he wore yesterday.

She trotted over with a smile, asking, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Honestly, you don't have to come so early. I'm always punctual, so you just need to come on time."

Domenic gave Lindsey a quick once-over. She was wearing a casual T-shirt and light-colored jeans. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, which made her look so youthful and pretty.

"I'm not used to having people wait for me." With that, he turned around and walked into the mall.

Lindsey shrugged and followed him in.

After visiting several men's clothes stores, Lindsey couldn't help but sigh. This man was so handsome that he looked good no matter what he wore. Whenever he tried on the suits she chose for him, he'd attract the attention of all the women in the store, who would gawk at him unscrupulously.

Of course, they'd also looked at Lindsey, their gazes burning with jealousy.

"Mr. Walsh, I think this is the one. What do you think?"

Lindsey stood in front of Domenic and helped him with his tie. She looked at the suit she had chosen for him with satisfaction.

When she raised her head, she met Domenic's intent gaze. Realizing that the two were standing very close to each other, Lindsey blushed furiously and took a few steps back in a hurry.

Her reaction made Domenic smile faintly. Feeling particularly playful, he started to approach her. Lindsey wanted to retreat, but as soon as she backed away, she bumped into a wall behind her. Domenic then bent over, planting his palm on the wall beside her ear.

Lindsey's heart banged against her chest.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at him warily and started to ask, "What... What are you doing?"

Seeing the nervous look on her face, Domenic chuckled and gestured at the wall behind her. "If you don't get out of the way, how will I know how I look?"

Only then did Lindsey realize that she had blocked the mirror!

Her face instantly turned as red as a tomato. She hurriedly stepped aside. It wasn't until she had put one meter between them that she relaxed a little.

"Miss Stewart, do you usually help men with their ties?" Domenic posed this casual question with his head lowered, seemingly busy fixing his cuffs.

"Why are you asking this question?" Lindsey asked in reply.

Domenic took off the suit jacket and looked at Lindsey calmly. "Since you want us to pretend to be a couple, shouldn't I learn more about you?"

"Oh, right. Good idea. Do you often go shopping with women? How about we talk about it while we shop?" Lindsey smiled at him slyly.

Domenic didn't know how to respond.

He was usually so busy that he didn't even have time to rest. He had never gone shopping, let alone shopping with women!

Domenic didn't want to delve into this topic, so he handed the suit jacket he had just taken off to Lindsey and said, "This is the one."