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.

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

Molly and Vincent were off having fun somewhere. She waited,

of rude to bother

got up to find her nightgown, planning to take a hot shower

the small glass enclosure. Stephanie stood under the shower, raising her head as the warm water cascaded down

she looked standing in that glass

someone else did, and he knew it

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

steamy mist.

warm and her cheeks slightly red. She sighed

towel next to her as she opened the glass door.

took a step out, she screamed loudly. “You jerk.”

composure like this, but now she was trembling

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

She was furious, her blood rushing to

the towel off her

really wanting to throw the shampoo and body wash at

me a big basket of roses. Wasn’t that an invitation

teeth and glared at him. How did 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

silently staring back at her

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

Finally, he gave a vague

A personal hobby?

that she clenched her fists. ‘How did

to her fury, Dominick remained calm, as if he didn’t think he had done anything wrong. He asked. “Stephanie.

we’re still married. Is there a problem

perhaps because he spoke so confidently, or maybe because she had never expected him to say something like that.

right under her nose, went into her kitchen, took some oatmeal

familiar

was his own