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

next to him, pressing her lips, suddenly falling silent. It was clear he didn’t want to tell

finished lunch. The sun outside was scorching, and the sky was clear and vibrant blue. Yet, in the spacious bedroom, the

aid kit, pulled out an electronic thermometer, and

nothing was wrong and that he didn’t need

accidentally pressing the button, which

still sulking and was startled by the sound. She

to take my temperature?” His request was a stark contrast to her flustered actions. His tone carried

him momentarily,

to him, her

that word to describe me he

didn’t reply, instead casting her a sidelong glance, half–umiling

a fever of 101.3 degrees, and you still say nothing’s wrong,” Stephanie stared at the thermometer, her face

the maid to fetch a doctor when Dominick grasped her right wrist. That’s not necessary,” he said. His eyes were half–closed in fatigue.

He said, “Don’t move

I need to put a cooling patch on you first” She rumenaged around in the bed adjusting the covers,

their sons as an excuse again, planning to get up and apply some

their father is very tired

to her pregnancy, with a faint baby powder scent. Dominick’s lips. brushed against the nape of her neck as he spoke in a low voice. “Stephanie, if my fever goes above 102.2 degrees in an hour, fll get an

half a

wanted to hold her like a pillow, a hubit be fuil unknowingly developer. Stephanie squinted her

looking at He wasn’t asleep,

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