Crossroads

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

roughly draped the blanket over him, accidentally brushing against his burning skin through the luxurious silk shirt, feeling

She hated him, but she

thermometer to check his temperature.

at the thermometer, which was 1022 degrees, her face

scared, because Oscar had once had a fever over 104 degrees when he was a child and became nonverbal for years. Ever since she believed high

alcohol and cotton balls, she skillfully soaked the cotton and prepared to undress him to cool him

Dominick was

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

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

as she got on the bed and barely found her balance, he wrapped both arms around her, and pulled her into his embrace tightly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

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

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 it was no use,

human pillow as if it eased his feverish discomfort. Stephanie was extremely uncomfortable, trapped

Chapter 019

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

long night was an ordeal

hadn’t had such

was abruptly awakened by some

together the day’s events, she felt a chill as she

worry about that. Molly quickly threw on a bathrobe. She

alert as

came from

thought was that there was an intruder. But what kind of thief would mess around in her kitchen?

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

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

felt a bit dizzy, but she could still see the embarrassment on his usually

are you doing?” she asked offhandedly.

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

brain took a few seconds to process, and she stared dazedly at the man before her. Then, stiffly, she lowered her head to look at her bathrobe, realizing she was only wearing

What had happened?

Then “Where are my clothes?” she asked. Her face turned

through. Did you want to sleep in them?” Scott’s

recalled how her heartless brother and mother had bullied her,

told you to take them off yourself. You were dead

she felt

was a mixture of emotions as if she had

say*

such a

it was Scott’s turn to be embarrassed, as he nearly burned

you trying to cook for me in the kitchen Molly regained her senses, walked into the kitchen, and was immediately shocked by the sight of the burnt, unrecognizable black mass,

something so stuck that even a