Crossroads

Chapter 291

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?”

guess what she had been up to last night.

her head in a burst of emotion and addressing the gossiping

is the worst husband ever. Why did I marry someone

to Room 102, locked the

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

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

asked him, but he refused to say.

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

to be a recluse was interrupted on the third day. The advertising team from the Innovate Group called

talk about boring work stuff, Stephanie. Come out and have some fun tonight. Let’s all get together and

have results in three days. She

Eloise and the others are here, too. It’ll be good for you to meet some bigwigs. Hurry up

get an answer, but the mention of

the burritos on the coffee table, struggling internally for a minute. Then she turned around, quickly went to her room, and changed into more appropriate attire.

into a spacious club on the north side of the city that seemed rather

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

intrigued by this club and clamored to see it. Vincent had told her that Dominick had opened this club purely for his own

equestrian lessons at a company–owned stable.

wasn’t open to anyone. As expected, as soon as Stephanie approached the counter, two polite security guards blocked her

show your ID. Even the security guards looked tall, bandsome, and fit, like male models

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 were

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

considering who to ask for help. Just then, the main door opened, and a male employee from the

Mr. Gower and the others are waiting for you,” he said impatiently, his tone reproachful. “Hurry up. With this

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