Crossroads

Chapter 152

“Dominick..” she called out twice, but the man sitting quietly on the edge of the bed didn’t respond, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

Stephanie brought a first aid box into the room; her delicate brows furrowed as the observed Dominick. His demeanor struck her as odd.

Since returning to the bedroom, he had been sitting there, head slightly bowed, staring blankly at his hands. He flexed and unflexed his fingers as though deeply engrossed in testing something

It wasn’t until Stephanie approached him and called his name again. “Dominick”

This time, he looked up sharply, a flash of inexplicable panic crossing his eyes.

“What happened to you? Stephanie quickly sat beside him, looking at him suspiciously. She hesitated before asking, “Dominick, did you not hear

me earlier!”

His reaction had been one of clear shock as if surprised by her sudden appearance or perhaps by something else entirely.

“Nothing” he replied, his usual cold expression returning as he turned his head slightly away from her. His voice was hoarse. “I don’t need any medicine. The headache is gone.

Histo

rone was low and detached, as if trying to convince her everything was fine

to him, pressing her lips, suddenly falling silent. It was clear

The sun outside was scorching, and the sky was clear and vibrant blue. Yet, in the spacious bedroom, the cool air from the air conditioner made the atmosphere

She rummaged through the first aid kit, pulled out an

wrong and that he didn’t need any

accidentally pressing the

by the

a stark contrast to her flustered actions. His tone carried a

stared at him momentarily, ensuring she

up and moved closer to him, her concem evident. “Dominick, since when did you

actually used that word to describe me

a sidelong glance, half–umiling as

101.3 degrees, and you still say nothing’s wrong,” Stephanie

grasped her right wrist. That’s not necessary,” he said. His

He said, “Don’t move

a cooling patch on you first” She rumenaged around in the bed adjusting the covers, fiddling with the air conditioner remote. and

a lot. They’re not tired. She used their sons as an excuse again, planning

their father is very tired Dominick grumbled, pulling her

pregnancy, with a faint baby powder scent. Dominick’s lips. brushed against the nape of her neck as he spoke in a low

hesitated for half a minute before agreeing.

Dominick merely wanted to hold her like a pillow, a hubit be fuil unknowingly developer. Stephanie squinted her eyes and stole a glance at

looking at He wasn’t

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