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

burning skin through the luxurious silk shirt,

him, but she was

thermometer to check his temperature.

at the thermometer, which was 1022 degrees, her face serious,

bit scared, because Oscar had once had a fever over 104 degrees when he was a child

neck. Finding some alcohol and cotton balls, she skillfully soaked the

to her frustration, Dominick was not very cooperative.

tugged hard, but even sick, he was heavy and stubborn. His shirt was stuck under him,

profile, she reluctantly set down the alcohol–soaked cotton from her other hand, climbed onto the bed, and tried to pull the shirt out

wrapped both arms around her, and pulled

chest, and her cheeks turned red from his exuded warmth. Despite being ill he was still

you, if you 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 warning him, then trying to reason with him, but

if it eased his feverish discomfort.

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

long night was an ordeal for

if she hadn’t had such a comfortable

midnight, she was abruptly awakened by some noises.

Groggy and still piecing together the day’s events, she felt a chill as she lifted the blanket Oh, she

Molly quickly threw on a bathrobe. She was

high alert

came

what kind of thief would mess around

sneak a peek. Surprisingly, she saw all the lights in her

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

of her voice. Molly felt a bit dizzy, but she

you doing?”

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

at the man before her. Then, stiffly, she lowered her head to look at her bathrobe, realizing she was

What had happened?

Then

to sleep in them?” Scott’s tone was

take them off? Molly recalled how her heartless brother

you to take them off yourself. You were

she felt

a mixture of emotions as if she had turned to stone. It was mortifying that he could

say*

in such

be embarrassed, as he

walked into the kitchen, and was immediately shocked by the sight

frying pan was coated with something so stuck that even a metal spatula couldn’t

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