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

brushing against his burning skin through the luxurious silk shirt, feeling how feverish he

hated him, but she was

a thermometer to check his temperature.

later, Stephanie stared at the thermometer, which

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 fevers could have severe impacts.

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

to her frustration, Dominick was not

hard, but even sick, he was heavy and

down the alcohol–soaked cotton from her other hand, climbed onto the bed, and tried to pull the shirt out bit by bit

arms around her,

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

your fever doesn’t go down, she whispered

tightly like a human pillow as if it eased his feverish discomfort. Stephanie was extremely uncomfortable,

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

an ordeal for Stephanic

hadn’t had such a comfortable rest in

was abruptly

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

worry about that. Molly quickly threw on

on high alert

came from her kitchen.

an intruder. But what kind of

her phone, ready to call the police at any moment, she decided to bravely sneak a peek. Surprisingly, she saw all the lights in her living room were on, and a familiar figure was in

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

her voice. Molly felt a bit dizzy, but

doing?” she asked offhandedly.

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

took a few seconds to process, and she stared dazedly at the man before her. Then, stiffly, she lowered her head to

had

wont part was running into him afterward. Then “Where are my clothes?” she asked. Her face turned red,

were soaked through. Did you want to

brother and mother had bullied

you to take them off yourself. You

she felt

emotions as if she had

say*

things in such

turn to be embarrassed, as he nearly burned down Molly’s kitchen.

senses, walked

stuck that even a metal

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