Crossroads

Chapter 291

There wasn’t even a trace of lingering warmth left from an embrace after they had gone to bed. What did this even mean?

“Damn it, what does he take me for?” Stephanie cursed under her breath at the ceiling of room 302. She was angry, but her eyes were filled with confusion and frustration.

Last night, Dominick had despicably coerced her into his room. His actions were hasty and demanding. He hadn’t turned on the lights, so she couldn’t see his expression clearly. Exhausted, he had fallen asleep. Her mind had been a tangled mess. and truthfully, she had felt a bit of longing.

When she woke up, the pillow beside her was cold. He had already left.

Still groggy. Stephanie noticed the clothes scattered on the floor. Her heart was

in turmoil, filled with mixed emotions. She grabbed her long coat and quickly fled. She had forgotten to wear underwear the night before, which played right into his hands as if she had served herself up on a silver platter. It was infuriating.

Her hair was disheveled, and she wrapped herself in the coat as she hurried out. She looked truly pitiful.

Just as she stepped out, the elevator across the hall chimed, and a group of residents walked out and bumped into her.

Stephanie blushed as the residents‘ eyes filled with suggestive disdain. The property manager, who had been patrolling the night before, passed by and said. “Ms. Reed, don’t you live in 402 I couldn’t find you with the spare key last night. You didn’t go home to sleep?”

could guess what she had been up to last night. Stephanie lowered her head, wishing she could

suddenly, lifting her head in a

the worst husband ever. Why did I marry someone like him?”

shame, she fled back to Room 102, locked the door, and

takeout. Probably because she had eaten too many frozen meals and her brain felt undernourished, every time she looked up while lounging in the living room watching TV or resting in bed, she couldn’t help but glare at the ceiling with a complex mix

lives right above me. He actually lives right above me! Why does he have

he refused to say.

tried to numb her feelings. If it was a contest of coldness, she vowed to be even colder

be a recluse was interrupted on the third day. The advertising team from the Innovate Group called her. “Are the results our?” she asked nervously,

stuff, Stephanie. Come out and have some fun tonight. Let’s all get together and get to know each other better. We’ll be working together from

in three days. She was

socializing is a necessary part of our industry. You should know the rules by now. Besides, we’re not those shady types. Eloise and the others are here, too. It’ll be good for you to meet some bigwigs. Hurry up and come to the club”

call ended before she could get an answer, but the mention of that particular club

minute. Then she turned around, quickly went to her room,

on the north side of the city that seemed rather

was quiet because it was so large and had few patrons.

this club and clamored to see it. Vincent had told her that Dominick had opened this club purely for his own entertainment. The club spanned over 50,000 square feet and had just over 1,000 anonymous members, with a staff of over 1,000 providing highly private and professional

equestrian lessons at a company–owned stable. All the equipment and facilities were

expected, as soon as Stephanie approached the counter, two polite security

guards looked tall, bandsome,

member here. My friends are having a gathering, and was invited, Stephanie responded calmly. She wasn’t a novice. She knew that many high–end clubs the Wellington familly ran

members are allowed inside. The staff’s refusal was polite but

then, the main door opened, and a

long? Mr. Gower and the others are waiting for you,” he said impatiently, his tone reproachful. “Hurry up. With this attitude, how do you expect to survive