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.

hear him. She supported herself on the dirty, andy ground,

started to 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, and

stood up, her right foot twisted, and she thought she

stepped forward

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

mind, a painful brand etched deep

in her eyes. She didn’t cry easily, so why did she always feel

just trying to squeeze more alimony out of the divorce? His words were

immediately, saying she didn’t

silent.

to discuss anything related to it. He had once

desolate place, there wasn’t a

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

only intensified his expression

and slammed the door with a force that startled her

driver’s side, got in, and started the car. With a press of the accelerator, they sped away from

mustered darkly, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel as

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

in thoughts, she recognized the familiar white buildings ahead, panicked, and raised her voice. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. Let me out! I don’t want

of disinfectant, the wailing sirens of ambulances. Terrifying memories flooded back.

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