Crossroads

Chapter 190

Stephanie leaned back, casually glancing towards the restaurant entrance, her gaze tinged with boredom and mild curiosity.

In the next heartbeat, her eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by what she saw.

“Thank goodness you’re

you’re here. The words rushed out from a figure sprinting towards her breathlessly.

Stephanie struggled to comprehend the situation. Hayley appeared before her, drenched to the bone. Water dripped from her clothes, hair, and fingertips, painting a picture of utter disarray.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked, a hint of disbelief coloring her tone

Hayley’s voice trembled with urgency and regret as she gasped for air. “Stephanie, I’m so sorry, I used Dominick’s phone earlier, but I shouldn’t have answered your call just now…” Her complexion, pale from the torrential rain, betrayed her distress. “We were worried sick about you. Please don’t be angry with Dominick. I’m really sorry about this.

“She was sorry? What for? Stephanie wondered.

“Stephanie, why are you being so willful!”

From beyond the restaurant’s glass doors, a figure strode purposefully towards them, his voice laced with biting frustration

“In this pouring rain, you run off and then shut off your phone. Are you deliberately seeking attention, Stephanie?“

Vincent’s anger flared, his e

Leyes narrowing as he observed Stephanie seated calmly while Hayley stood before her, soaked and apologetic. He fought the urge to reprimand her on the spot.

He had cautioned Dominick countless times against indulging women as it only fostered unnecessary drama.

The atmosphere in the small restaurant, which was not more than a thousand square feet in size, tensed noticeably with the arrival of these prominent guests.

The few waitstaff huddled in a corner, if their memory served them right, recognized the man with brown hair as Vincent, the most popular among women in the city. The other man, though unfamiliar to them, seemed even more formidable and less approachable based on his demeanor.

Clearly, these were important individuals

Stephanie’s face remained impassive, unmoved in her seat.

Ignoring Vincent’s chastisement completely, she sat in silence. Yet, she couldn’t ignore Dominick’s intense gaze, which spoke volumes.

“What have I done wrong this time? Stephanie thought.

expressionless, his gaze finally settling on Hayley, who stood before him, drenched

shoulders and the faint outline of her legs beneath the skirt. The soft lighting

for

a public place and it being dinner time

her. This is all my fault,” Hayley said,

Hayley looking remorseful. He handed her his coat, which she gratefully

through the rainy night, Hayley looked back frequently with a

a small pot of soup on the table. Stephanie turned her attention away from

impressive,” Vincent remarked sarcastically, seating

calmly picked up her spoon and began eating, treating Vincent as if

Stephanie, have some self–awareness. Hayley was worried you’d turned off your phone because of jealousy, so she ran out into the rain to find you. Do

to ignore

I’m wrong to reprimand you?” Vincent persisted, sensing something

Chapter 190

eating about half the soup. Finding it bland, she set the spoon down and said calmly, “It’s all my fault” With that, she stood up and walked towards the restaurant door

bewilderment. Usually, if Stephanie said, “It’s all my fault“, it was said in a fit of anger. But tonight, her calmness was

What was wrong

with her!

Villa, Sandra was waiting at the entrance. As soon as they got

you alright?” Sandra’s voice quivered with concern. But the woman stepping out of the car seemed oddly composed, her

who had also emerged from the car. “Mr. Wellington, earlier on the phone, you

much as a glance and headed directly upstairs to

man move heavily beside her, his steps

it had started; the dynamics between

was, in fact,

glanced at them, a chill settling in her heart

trying to console her. “Mrs. Wellington, in truth, Mr. Wellington is

asked for his

Unable to contain it any longer upon their return home,

he wants, then that’s what he would get. He better not talk to me for the rest of his

for another bath. She lay in the tub, the warm water soothing her frayed

the droplets shimmering in the soft bathroom light, wetting her hair and

ventilation systems in every corner, offered her a sense

mirror on the right wall obscured by a haze of

can’t let my sons go hungry. Her thoughts wandered, realizing she hadn’t eaten enough for

door swung open, startling the naked Stephanie and causing her to

to tell you to not soak in the bathtub for too long?