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

her lips, suddenly falling silent. It

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

an electronic thermometer, and played with it in her right hand. Her expression

wrong and that he didn’t need any medicine, which implied he

thermometer tightly, accidentally pressing

was startled by the sound. She quickly hid

was a stark contrast to her

stared at him momentarily, ensuring

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

actually used that word to

glance, half–umiling

running a fever of 101.3 degrees, and you still say nothing’s wrong,” Stephanie stared at

wrist. That’s not necessary,” he said. His eyes were half–closed in fatigue. “Stephanie, just lie down

He said, “Don’t move

on you first” She rumenaged around in the bed adjusting the

an excuse again,

their father is very tired Dominick

lips. brushed against the nape of her neck as he spoke in a low

a minute

her like a pillow, a hubit be

are you looking at He wasn’t asleep,

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