Chapter 710

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Dolores couldn’t even imagine what that must have been like—pregnant and alone in a foreign place. If not for Gorman’s support, things might have gone very differently for Linsey.
“Oh, so now you’re trying to tell me how deeply Collin loved her?”
Dolores’s voice was sharp with sarcasm. “If he really loved her so much, then how could he lie to her like that? He’s great at playing the devoted husband role, I’ll give him that—he even fooled someone like you, Mr. Romantic Expert.”
Dustin looked genuinely confused, then a bit flustered. “What do you mean by playing the devoted husband role? And what’s this about me being a romance expert? I’ve only had a few relationships. You make it sound like I’m some kind of heartbreaker.”
Dolores waved him off, clearly annoyed. “Whatever. I’m not in the mood to argue with you over this. Is this seriously the reason you came here today?”
Dustin’s imposing air melted away in an instant. He scratched his head, a little sheepishly. “It’s lunchtime, isn’t it? I just came to see if you wanted to grab a bite.”
Dolores narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. “You sure it’s lunch you’re after? Or are you trying to snoop around for our designer’s creative ideas? Well, forget it. This time, we’re aiming straight for the top three!”
Dustin went quiet for a beat, then said earnestly, “You’ve got it all wrong. I genuinely just wanted to have lunch. Nothing else.”
But Dolores brushed him off without hesitation. “No thanks. I’m busy. Go bug someone else.”
And just like that, Dustin was unceremoniously kicked out of her office. He stood in the hallway, staring at the tightly shut door. After a long pause, he let out a quiet laugh—half amused, half resigned. Yet there was a softness in his eyes, a quiet affection he hadn’t even noticed himself.
He muttered with a sigh, “She’s getting colder by the day. I go out of my way to ask her to lunch, and she thinks I’ve got some hidden agenda. Honestly, it stings.”
Despite his words, there was no trace of anger on his face.
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He simply shook his head, helpless and a little amused, then turned to leave.
There was a lot to handle back at CR Corporation. The design competition was the day after tomorrow, and he needed to focus.
After a short nap, Linsey set off for the Davidson Group along with Zander and Caylee.
It had been four years since she left, and Grester had changed in many small ways. Dolores’ company had even moved to a new location. Linsey stared out the window, watching the unfamiliar streets pass by as her mind drifted.
All of a sudden, the car gave a sharp jolt as it collided with the vehicle in front. Everyone inside was thrown forward.
Caylee, riding in the front passenger seat, let out a surprised yelp. In the back, Linsey instinctively pulled Zander close to protect him.
The driver’s face went pale. He stammered nervously, “W-we hit the car in front.”
He glanced anxiously at Caylee, then turned to check on Linsey and Zander. “Ms. Brooks, are you alright? And your son?”
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