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.

stood near the door with her head bowed slightly, unsure of what

a mixture of concern and frustration, observing every nuance of

or perhaps infuriated by some unseen thought, his brow furrowed deeper. He suppressed the

saw him, feeling the heavy thud of his steps drawing closer. Startled, she lifted her

as if she dreaded something, a fear

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her, his eyes avoiding hers as he passed by, reaching for the door handle

his presence, the spacious balcony seemed to shrink, enveloping her in

“Dominick…”

grip tightened on his coat, pulling him back slightly, causing a fleeting

Her voice wavered,

you…” His voice was low, a mixture of

he noticed a glistening trail where a tear

voice.

flooding back, each word heavy with unresolved

of blood. It was so dark. I couldn’t see anything. I called out to you,

I called

eyes, each one a testament to the weight of her unspoken fears, cascading down her

so much from me. I just want to understand you. I don’t want to be shielded from

something

arms wrapped around his

her 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 to you, and that I won’t be able to

blend of emotions as he

vulnerability.

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

and filled with

you seem to cry more

her tear–streaked face with a mix of helplessness and an odd

!! She had been

not that I love to cry, it’s just…I’m pregnant. It’s my babies affecting me,” she said with a sniffle, her stubbornness

her tears.

couldn’t help but find this both amusing and

left Dominick momentarily at

sons will surely be a crybaby after they’re

much in the future, they won’t be able to find wives. So,

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him comforting her. After all, this iceberg of a man was not known for sweet talk.