Crossroads

Chapter 319

Chapter 319

“Let go of me.” It was the fifth time she yelled at him, but the man in front of her stubbornly held onto her wrist, refusing to let go. Stephanie was so furious that she almost wanted to take advantage of his illness to give him a good beating

“Dominick, I’m just getting a thermometer and some fever medicine. I’m not running away.” She emphasized, her expression complex.

But he acted as if he didn’t hear her.

She continued, “Hey, you’re heavy. Stand on your own Don’t lean on me. Dominick, don’t think I won’t get mad. Ah! Don’t lean your big head on me. Your stubble is prickling my neck. It’s itchy. Get off me, get off”

Then he rasped out a low, hoarse reply. “You’re noisy

Stephanie was exhausted, both physically and mentally. This cold–hearted man only knew

the bed.

ew how to torment her. Finally, she managed to drag him to

With a bit of spite, she shoved his heavy body onto the bed. Just looking at him made her angry.

If he weren’t sick, she would’ve gone to the bathroom to fetch a basin of cold water to drench him. How infuriating!

The man on the bed lay still on his side. Stephanie frowned and moved closer.

Dominick was tall and broad–shouldered, making her 6–foot bed seem insufficiens. His hair was disheveled, his eyes closed, and his usually stern face looked less intimidating. His straight nose and dry, thin lips were noticeable, and as she got closer, she could feel his slow, hot breath

“Ever since his

surgery, he hasn’t fallen ill. Who knows where he’s been wearing himself out? Serves him right,” she muttered.

Stephanie looked at his haggard face, her feelings complicated. Especially seeing his furrowed brow, she guessed he had a headache.

She removed his leather shoes and jacket, then took her velvet blanket to cover him. Her gaze paused on the belt around his waist.

Undoing a man’s belt was quite suggestive. Who knew how many women had undone his belt?

With mixed emotions, Stephanie expressionlessly undid his belt. There were so many people he could bother, yet he had to come to bother me. Her resentment grew.

my

house to

his burning skin through

him, but she was softhearted.

thermometer to check his

Stephanie stared at the thermometer,

once had a fever over 104 degrees when he was a child and became nonverbal for years. Ever since she believed high fevers could have

on his neck. Finding some alcohol and

frustration, Dominick was not very

off the shirt. Stephanie tugged hard, but even sick, he was heavy and stubborn. His shirt was stuck

at his sleeping profile, she reluctantly set down the alcohol–soaked cotton from her other hand, climbed onto the bed, and

bed and barely found her balance, he wrapped both arms around her, and pulled her into his

against his firm, muscular chest, and her cheeks turned red from his exuded warmth. Despite being ill he was still strong. Now, he clung to

don’t let go, I bite you. Dominick, your brain will get fried if your fever doesn’t go down, she whispered in his ear, first

as if it eased his

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habit. He buried his stubble face in her neck, making her skin itch, Stephanie was terribly ticklish. And yet, he seemed to

was an ordeal

if she hadn’t had such a comfortable

she was abruptly awakened

particularly alert at night. Groggy and still piecing together the day’s events, she felt a chill as she lifted the blanket Oh, she was down to just her underwear. She never slept in the

was no time to worry about that. Molly quickly threw on a bathrobe. She was on high aler

alert as stra

came

was that there was an intruder. But what

decided to bravely sneak a peek. Surprisingly, she saw all the lights in her living room were on,

are you doing in my house?” she asked, her voice still slightly

the sound of her voice. Molly felt a bit dizzy, but she could still see the embarrassment on his usually

you doing?” she asked

sounding both angry and embarrassed, “Molly, you really don’t remember what you did!” Instead of answering her, he

and she stared dazedly at the man before her. Then, stiffly, she lowered her head to

had

running into him afterward. Then “Where are

want to sleep in them?” Scott’s tone

Molly recalled how her heartless brother and mother had bullied her, but facing him

you to take them off yourself. You were

she felt

of emotions as if she had

say*

in such a calm tone.

turn to be embarrassed, as

now, were you trying to cook for me in the kitchen Molly regained her senses, walked into the kitchen, and was immediately shocked by the sight

frying pan was coated with something so stuck that even

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