Crossroads

At Gordon Hotel.

The private room was opulent and luxurious, and the table was laden with delicious food. However, Stephanie ate very cautiously. She put down her knife and fork, picked up a glass of milk with her right hand, and took a sip. Then, she secretly glanced at the rhamn sitting across from her.

Dominick wasn't eating anything.

Stephanie hesitated for a moment and said, "Dominick, what do you....."

She had just been at the Innovate Group, waiting for Molly when he suddenly dragged her there. He had the manager bring a table full of dishes, but he just sat there the whole time with a serious expression and didn't eat anything.

Dominick leaned back against his chair. Frowning, he lazily glanced at the spread of food on the table, seemingly having no appetite.

Hearing her, he looked up at her intensely, which was abnormal.

His lips pressed together, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a phone rang from the side table in the room. Startled, Stephanie quickly got up and walked over.

It must be Molly calling her.

"Hey, that's my phone!"

Dominick moved faster than she did. He quickly stepped forward, picked up the phone from the table, and rejected the call. Then he casually tossed it onto the sofa.

Stephanie was annoyed. "What are e you doing? That was my friend."

Before she could finish her complaint, Dominick suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.

Stephanie was stunned, He had never held her like that.

Dominick pushed her to sit on the sofa, and she lowered her head, her eyes wide open in disbelief as she looked at him.

Dominick rested his head on her lap, his face buried in her soft stomach. His arms were still around her waist. He lay sideways on the large sofa and fell asleep.

"Hey!" Stephanie blushed and awkwardly called out.

Dominick didn't respond, his breathing slow and deep. His exhaustion and eagerness for a good rest were plain to see.

"Dominick?"

She lowered her voice and called out again.

She didn't know if he didn't want to talk of was truly tired, but he used her as a pillow.

glanced around the luxurious private room and then the man resting on her lap. Her cheeks started to get Stephanie looked awkward. She p rosy.

"What is he trying to do? He wouldn't say anything," she thought, As she looked at his profile, Stephanie found herself mesmerized. She wasn't one to fawn over men, but this man was undeniably striking.

His features were sculpted and his background was aristocratic, which could make women swoon.

She couldn't believe such a man was her husband.

Stephanie's gaze wandered. She couldn't forget that this man was very d

"Stephanie must fear him."

very dangerous.

"Dominick usually keeps her at home. How could he bear to take her to the basement?"

Faint voices could be heard outside the private room, but Stephanie couldn't make out the conversation. Just as she looked up, the door was abruptly opened.

Their reyes met immediately. Vincent stood outside the room, looking at them with wide eyes.

Embarrassed, Stephanie glanced down at Dominick and tried to explain.

But before she could say anything, Vincent had quickly closed the door.

"Isn't he side?" It was Scott's voice.

Vincent lied reluctantly, "No."

Inside the private room, Stephanie was fuming, Dominick must have done this on purpose.

She wanted to wake up Dominick.

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Stephanie struggled in the private room. Vincent smirked outside, glad that he hadn't disturbed Dominick He had offended Dominick accidentally last April Fool's Day. If he got in the way of Dominick's plans again, it would be horrible.

Scott glanced at the room door and chuckled, certain that Stephanie was probably inside.

"Dominick hasn't been feeling well lately. Don't disturb him," Scott said flatly, turning to leave.

Vincent walked alongside him and grumbled, "If Dominick is sick, that vixen is to blame."

Scott and Vincent went down to the lobby to eat. "Vincent, you can talk about Stephanie all you want, but you played a big part too. Last time, you sent Dominick that April Fool's Day message, and he took it seriously. He rushed off to find Stephanie, caught some rain, and ended up with a headache that night."

Vincent was chewing a piece of beef when he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

Just now, he had seen Dominick holding that vixen while lying on the sofa. If it had been before, he would have thought he was dreaming He chewed the beef slowly, his usual mischievous smile gone. Turning serious, he murmured, "Dominick seems to really care about her."

"The mysterious man from the abandoned factory..." Scott took a sip of water, his eyes reflecting some concern. "Dominick's been investigating for so long, and there's no information. He's quite elusive."

If Stephanie really was dating a man like that, Dominick would be naturally concerned.

However, to their surprise, Dominick really cared about Stephanie.

Both Vincent and Scott frowned.

Dominick had a fever,

Stephanie was in the private room, trying to figure out how to wake up the man. She gently touched Dominick's face with the back of her hand and felt the heat.

Dominick was usually very healthy, except for the last time when he fell ill after being in the Yiver and caught a high fever. She had never seen. him sick. He seemed busy and tired lately.

"Dominick, do you have a headache?" She saw Dominick's furrowed furrow and painful look.

Her hand was cool as she touched his forehead. Dominick seemed to feel it and opened his eyes, his gaze less sharp and intense than usual. He seemed a bit out of it as he looked at her.

Stephanie felt uneasy being stared at, trying to say something. But the man on her lap suddenly sat up.

Dominick was running a fever, but he didn't sit up straight. Instead, he om turned to the side, wrapping his arms O

around her neck. He was heavy. and his head rested on her shoulder, draping himself over her.

Stephanie was taken aback and unsure what to do.

"What the... she groaned inwardly.

If he were a child, she would think he was being playful. But this was Dominick.

He seemed to find her body comfortable to hold onto, as he let her. "Stephanie,"

he called out.

His voice was husky. "Stephanie..."

**La quiet sigh. He seemed weary, breathing slowly and tightly holding onto Stephanie was dazed, unable to react. She could only listen to his mumbling. His mumbled voice was low and deep, as if he simply wanted to say her name.

After about five minutes, he closed his eyes again, seeming to drift back to sleep. Stephanie awkwardly looked aside, her face flushed red.

Dominick was running a fever, and she could feel it from his breathing and rapid heartbeat.

Stephanie was worried and hesitated for a long time before gently shaking him and whispering in his ear, "Dominick, let's... let's go home."

They could go back to their home.