Crossroads

Chapter 310

After hanging up the phone with Oscar, Stephanie sat in a daze on the couch. It wasn’t until the clock on the wall chimed that she snapped back to reality, realizing it was already late at night.

There were only a few hours left of Christmas, and Stephanie wished the time would pass quickly. A beautiful day had turned messy, and as she watched others celebrate, she wished today was just an ordinary day. She glanced at the roses on the coffee table and remembered something.

Stephanie left her apartment, holding a basket of roses in her right hand. She took the stairs up to apartment 502, her footsteps heavy as she approached. She bent down and placed the basket of roses in front of the door. Then, she straightened up, turned, and walked away. This was how it should be. She planned to mysteriously leave the roses and walk away coolly, just like countless enigmatic figures who always remain calm and calculated,

But as soon as she turned, Stephanie couldn’t hold back. She turned around and kicked the door hard.

She thought, Screw your mysterious act.

“You bastard,” she yelled angrily at the door. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she finally turned and walked back down. to her apartment at 402.

The sound of Stephanie kicking the door was so loud that it startled the neighbors. They came out of their apartments. looking around nervously. But she calmly opened her door, walked in, and slammed it shut. It felt like she had let out some pent–up frustration.

Stephanie admitted to herself that she wasn’t cool and composed or strategic. Kicking someone’s door was pretty childish, but she was really annoyed today and needed to let it out. If she had run into Dominick earlier, kicking the door wouldn’t have been the end of it.

Sitting in her small living room, she drank half a glass of water, trying to calm down….

But the ticking of the clock only made her more irritated.

During this festive holiday, being alone in her house felt incredibly lonely.

She browsed her phone for a while. Instagram was full of people showing off their love, couples being sweet, and families having fun on vacations. It made her envious. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

her few friends, something she usually wouldn’t do. But now, she felt so lonely that she wanted

having fun somewhere. She waited, feeling disappointed and

kind of rude to bother others during the

up to find her nightgown, planning to take a

of water was loud, and steam filled the small glass enclosure. Stephanie stood under the shower, raising her head as the warm water cascaded down

she looked

he knew it very well.

into Room 402 and see this. He leaned against the wall, quietly watching her in

steamy mist.

and her cheeks slightly red.

as

took a step out, she screamed loudly.

her composure like this, but now

I haven’t seen before… Dominick glanced at her quickly, speaking as casually as if discussing the weather, and then tossed a large white towel over her head. “Cover yourself with the

angrier. She was furious,

yanked the towel off her head

him angrily, really wanting to throw the shampoo and body wash

a big basket of roses. Wasn’t that an invitation for ree to

you get in here? she demanded angrily, and then she immediately ran to the living room to check the door. It was still locked. “Dornick, tell me. Is the jerk I’ve been encountering every night you.” Now that she caught him

staring back at her

Stephanie wouldn’t let him off so easily. He was always mysterious and pretentious, but today. she

hobby” Finally, he gave a vague explanation in a low, deep voice.

A personal hobby?

clenched her fists. ‘How did you get in here? I want

remained calm, as if he didn’t think he had done anything

correctly, we’re still married. Is there a problem with me sleeping with my

he spoke so confidently, or maybe because she had never expected him to say

some oatmeal she had cooked, sat down on her sofa, and started eating.

really was familiar with the place.

like it was his own