Crossroads

Chapter 260

Stephanie never imagined that the first person that found her would be him.

She remained huddled in the cramped U–shaped tunnel of the children’s slick, lifting her head slightly. The dim streetlights outside cast a hazy. dreamlike glow as she gazed at the man who suddenly appeared before her. It was Dominick.

When the saw his familiar, stern face, her eyes welled up with tears.

She had so much to say, but the words caught in her throat. She stared at him, afraid he would vanish like a mirage, just like in her dreams, if she called out.

“How long do you plan to hide in there!” Dominick called out impatiently.

Seeing her still motionless, he furrowed his brows in irritation. “Get out!

His deep, magnetic voice was cold and commanding. Yet, she didn’t move. Finally, Dominick’s face darkened. He bent his tall frame, reached in, and, without a hint of gentleness, grabbed her wrist and yanked her out.

Stephanie was caught off guard. Before she knew it, she was pulled forward, her head banging against the slide’s inner wall several times.

Dominick released her as soon as she was out, looking down at her disheveled hair and her pathetic, half–kneeling posture.

“If you want to trade your suffering for sympathy, you’d better make sure you have the worth and ability: Otherwise, you’ll just look foolish His eyes were sharp. his words cold and scomful.

To him, she was worthless now.

to hear him. She supported herself on the dirty, andy ground, her head bowed, her pale face hidden by her long

get up, leaning on the broken side of the slide. But her legs were numb from staying curled up in the tunnel for too long,

up, her right foot twisted, and she thought she

forward and

He was inexplicably annoyed, his grip on her shoulder firm. She was

mind, a painful brand etched deep

She didn’t cry easily, so why

still silent, Dominick’s face darkened. “Are you being stubborn or just trying to squeeze more alimony out of the divorce? His words were merciless, dripping

would have retorted immediately,

she remained silent. She didn’t

He had

was bone–chilling. Especially in this desolate place, there wasn’t a sound to be heard, and the flickering, broken streetlight only added to

word, he scooped her up and strode towards his black Ferrari

to struggle free, but her efforts only intensified his expression as he tightened his grip. His frustration was evident in the way

seat and slammed the door with a force that startled her into

the car. With a

mustered darkly, his long fingers

see he hadn’t

ahead, panicked, and raised her voice. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. Let me out! I don’t want to go

wailing sirens of ambulances. Terrifying memories flooded back. Dark red blood,

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