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.

dirty, andy ground, her head bowed, her pale face

numb from staying curled up in the tunnel for too long,

her right foot

stepped forward and

your ankle, and you won’t tell me? Have you lost your voice! He was inexplicably annoyed, his grip on

echoed in her mind, a painful brand etched deep

head down, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry easily, so why did she always feel

to squeeze

have retorted immediately,

remained silent.

to discuss anything related to it. He had once promised they wouldn’t

desolate place, there wasn’t a sound to

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

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

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

side, got in, and started the car.

fingers gripping the steering

was slow. She was surprised to see he hadn’t brought a driver, opting to drive himself

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

hospital. The smell of disinfectant, the wailing sirens of ambulances. Terrifying memories flooded

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