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.

She supported herself on the dirty, andy ground,

the slide. But her legs were numb from staying curled up in the tunnel for too long, and

up, her right foot twisted, and

stepped forward

Have you lost your voice! He was inexplicably annoyed,

in her mind,

her head down, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry

trying to squeeze more alimony out of the divorce?

immediately, saying she

remained silent. She

anything related to it. He had once promised

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

he scooped her up

only intensified his expression as he

into the passenger seat and slammed the door

started the car. With a press of

mustered darkly, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel as he quickly

he hadn’t brought a driver, opting to

panicked, and raised her voice. “I don’t want to go to the

disinfectant, the wailing sirens of ambulances. Terrifying memories

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