Crossroads

Chapter 252

“Dominick, you really shouldn’t have treated her like that just n

now

Vincent said solemnly

“Stephanie is your wife, after all” he added

In the still of the early morning, amidst the vibrant chaos of Flaming Bar, where the lights flickered in multicolored brilliance and the booming beats of the DJ filled the air. Vincent sat in a secluded booth, engaged in a serious conversation with Dominick.

“Wife?” Dominick seemed impatient with Vincent’s persistence, picking up a glass of brandy and swirling it in his hand, his deep eyes showing

irritation.

“How should I have treated her then?”

Is, his lips curling in a self–deprecating smirk. “I don’t know.”

Vincent was momentarily at a loss for words, his lips curli

Caught in the glare of his cold, aloof gaze, Vincent turned away. Dominick, the sole grandson of the renowned George, exuded an air of genuine nobility and unattainable allure.

“Dominick, you never used to be like this with her. Vincent muttered almost to himself. He just felt that if Dominick were to remember her, he would regret his actions deeply.

the doctor mentioned that the shrapnel in Dominick’s brain have been there for too long.

took Dominick’s brandy away, replacing it with a bottle of light brown medicine on his table. “Don’t drink alcohol. You haven’t taken today’s medicine

the bottle and unscrewed the cap, popping three pills into his

expression was displeased, and he was

for the bartender to pour a generous half–glass of warm water, offering it to him. Seeing his frown at taking the pills, she couldn’t help but smile, “What, you can’t handle

glass and drank half of it, his gaze lingering

“Why ar

you being kind to me?”

Feeling his intense u

off guard. This look was one a man

smiled with a hint of shyness. Just because I want to, she answered cleverly, meeting his gaze without flinching. They were both adults;

their conversation and watching their meaningful glances,

read too much into

his words now carried a hint

memory Dominick had lost in the surgery, but he was certain that whether in the past or now, Dominick had never truly been

and suddenly, a faint smirk played on his lips, as

Patek Philippe watch, which was embedded with shimmering diamonds on its surface. Raising his

crowd erupted into

everyone knew not to offend the mysterious owner, and most didn’t know Dominick’s identity. Still, this didn’t stop them from admiring him with heated gazes and cheering for him

Philippe worth 2.6

“Handsome, I love you!”

I don’t want the watch, I