Crossroads

Chapter 133

She couldn’t recall how she had managed to leave. Everything felt like a blur,

Upon returning to Wellington Villa, the household staff were taken aback by their mud–splattered appearance, unsure of how to react. The butler stood nearby, his voice attempting to maintain calmness as he announced, “Dinner is ready.”

The once warm meal had long since gone cold.

Dominick said nothing more, his face dark as if he couldn’t bear to look at her again. Immediately upon their return, he turned sharply and

retreated to his bedroom.

“Mrs. Wellington, perhaps you should have some hot soup first…”

Sandra, observing Stephanie’s stunned and frightened demeanor, disregarded any thoughts of cleaning her up. Instead, she promptly instructed a maid to bring a steaming bowl of soup to help soothe her nerves.

Stephanie followed Sandra to the dining area, where she mechanically sat down and sipped half a bowl of the hot soup, which tasted bland

to her.

Finally, Sandra escorted her back to the bedroom, whispering softly as they walked, “Mrs. Wellington, Mr. Wellington has always been reserved since childhood. There are matters he prefers not to discuss. Please, avoid upsetting him. Focus on your duties here at Wellington

Villa and steer clear of his personal affairs.”

Dominick’s affairs were beyond her influence, no matter how much she desired to intervene.

Stephanie remained silent, her face still drained of color, as she ascended the familiar staircase leading to their bedroom,

Upon pushing open the door, a faint smell of tobacco lingered in the room.

Stephanie hesitated at the threshold, reluctant to step inside. In the room, Dominick’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He quickly extinguished the cigarette in his left hand out of habit.

Their gazes met, both faces etched with a tangle of emotions.

“Mrs. Wellington, please remember not to provoke him.” Sandra cautioned from the doorway, her voice barely a whisper. She feared Stephanie might inadvertently provoke Dominick once more.

With a gentle push from Sandra, Stephanie tentatively crossed the threshold and the door closed behind her.

In the spacious room, now occupied solely by him and her, an unspoken tension hung heavily in the air, casting a palpable sense of unease

and unfamiliarity.

silence. Stephanie stood near the door with

intensity as he scrutinized her with a mixture of concern and frustration, observing every nuance of her anxious profile under the dim

the charged atmosphere any longer, or perhaps infuriated by some unseen thought, his brow furrowed

thud of his steps drawing

a fear she

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he passed by, reaching for the door handle with deliberate movements, each. step resonating with

the spacious balcony seemed to shrink, enveloping her

“Dominick…”

slightly, causing a fleeting flash

didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just…scared.” Her voice wavered, the words barely audible as

mixture of exasperation and

at her cheek, he noticed a glistening trail where a tear threatened to fall, a testament to the emotions

voice.

memories flooding

so cold, and I could smell the iron of blood. It was so dark. I couldn’t see anything. I called out to

answer. I

eyes, each one a testament to the

I just want to understand you.

something

arms wrapped around

head to rest against his chest, she continued to speak through her tears, “I’m so scared that I won’t know if something happens

replaced by a complex blend of emotions as he processed her words and the

vulnerability.

He hadn’t expected her to say these things, nor had he ever imagined she would embrace him and

and filled with

seem to

tear–streaked face with a mix of

!! She had been

I love to cry, it’s just…I’m pregnant. It’s my babies affecting me,” she said with a sniffle, her

her tears.

but find this both amusing

left Dominick momentarily at a loss

be a crybaby

their faces almost touching, and whispered softly in her ear, “if our sons cry too much in the future, they won’t be able to find wives. So, don’t cry… It

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if this counted as him comforting her. After all, this iceberg of a man