Crossroads

Stephanie looked at him, her breath quickening slightly, about to ask him something.

rgo and turned towards the bathroom.

But suddenly, all his anger vanished as if it had been an illusion. Dominick let her go Stephanie's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly followed him. She urgently grabbed his wrist, wanting answers. "What did you just say?"

"Stubble" Dominick avoided her question. He was facing a mirror. He turned his head and looked into her eyes with a serious expression, _uncomfortable."

Stephanie felt like he was toying with her. She angrily shouted, "Tin asking you about what you just sud."

"shave me and I'll tell you" His tone was calm.

Stephanie was baffled by his behavior. One moment, he was furious. The next, he acted as if nothing had happened.

She stared deeply into his eyes, trying to understand him, but they were like a bottomless abyss that she couldn't see through

"I don't have a razor for men she finally shouted in exasperation to come

"I have one upstairs." He pulled a key from his suit pocket and placed it in her hand, his tone light. "Go get it now. Stephanie, remember to co back" he reminded her at the end.

Stephanie clutched the key to apartment 502 tightly, watching him relax against the headboard, eyes closed. He looked handsome and at ease as if waiting for her to serve him.

He didn't live in the vast Wellington villas on Crimson Peak, where he had plenty of servants at his beck and call. Instead, he insisted on living upstairs in her apartment just to annoy her..

"I don't understand your strange habit of squeezing into this little place," she muttered angrily as she turned to leave.

"Because you chose this dump. His low, hoarse voice, made worse by his illness, sounded annoyed as if he disliked it too.

With chest tight and frustrated. Stephanie didn't catch all his grumbling. She slammed the door hard and went upstairs to 502 to fetch the razor.

As she shut the door, the man on the bed stood up, Dominick's face turned cold.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He walked to the counter, picked up a box of fever-relief pills for migraines, and popped two into his mouth, swallowing then dry.

Dominick hated taking medicine.

He had been flying back and forth all week, exhausted from the intense work and Late nights, Upon returning home, the first thing he wanted to do was see her.

This intense longing and yearning were strange, and the more he desired, the more unsettled he fel In this small apartment filled with her presence, Dominick wandered around, bored, opening her drawers and closet, rummaging through her things, and finding it oddly entertaining.

He must really be sick. He shouldn't have said those things to her earlier.

Stephanie quickly found his razor in apartment 502. Her mind still racing from his earlier words, she rushed back, determined to confront him immediately.

However, as soon as she entered the room, she saw Dominick rummaging through her wardrobe. She was momentarily stunned, then furious. "Hey! Why did you throw that coat into the trash!"

Dominick, looking displeased, turned to glance at her, his voice cold and indifferent. "I don't like it."

He seemed to feel justified, but Stephanie hurried over, retrieving the black, men's coat from the trash can, noticing it was now wrinkled.

"If you don't like it, then leave. This is my house. Stop messing with my stuff!" she snapped, smoothing out the coat and hanging it back in the wardrobe.

It was Oscar's coat. He left it here when he came to her place last time on a rainy day because the coat was wel Throw it away, or you can forget about living here, Dominick commanded, his tone firm and cold, clearly disapproving of the men's coat,

"I'm keeping it!" Stephanie had had enough of his overbearing attitude and constant threats.

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"Fine, then we don't need to stay in this haunted little apartment anymore," he said.

"What are you up to now? Dominick, you are so self-centered and annoying?" she retorted angrily.

Seeing how much she valued the coat, he became even more irritated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You find me annoying, but do you know what your precious Little Pillar has been up to lately? He's no saint either.

"I know exactly what kind of person Oscar is. Dominick, you are the unpredictable one. Not everyone has to put up with your temper. I can do just fine without you!" she shouted.

After her furious outburst, he suddenly fell silent. Dominick stared at her almost frighteningly, his gaze piercing into her eyes.

For a moment, Stephanie felt regretful for saying she could do just fine without him. Stubbornly, she held his gaze, but her heart was in turmoil.

A sudden phone ring shattered the tense silence.

Stephanie's expression turned complex as she glanced down, biting her lip as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, she said nothing and walked to the bedside table to answer the phone.

The voice on the other end was unfamiliar. Before Stephanie could ask who it was, she listened intently, her expression growing increasingly dark and serious.

I'll be there right away!" she said urgently to the phone.

As she turned, she collided with a solid wall of muscle, Dominick stood before her, towering over her with a harsh, scrutinizing gaze, reading every flicker of emotion on her face.

"Where do you think you're going His voice was cold and deep, filled with a chilling intensity. "Who called you? Was it your aunt, Molly, or Vincent? Just one call from these outsiders, and you forget all about me."

"Dominick, what nonsense are you talking about?" She thought his sudden outburst was utterly inexplicable.

"Nonsense... Is it nonsense that you're always tangled up with Oscar and Vincent! Stephanie have you ever sendusly thought about what you take me for?" His gaze was scorching, burning into her face, filled with anger.

Stephanie never imagined he could lose control and behave so irrationally. Maybe a man like him who thought too deeply and saw too far, was someone she could never understand. Nor could she know Dominick's current, intense rage, which seemed to stem from deep-seated insecurity.

Her aunt and Molly had said she didn't understand love.

She didn't understand Dominick's insecurity, and now she didn't want to dwell on what love was. She just wanted an answer.

The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to a man she remembered, the stranger she had met in the park the other day.

He said he had retrieved a black USB drive from Hayley's house.

He said he was right outside her apartment complex's gate and wanted her to come down immediately.

"This USB drive is in high demand. If you dare to come alone, I'll give it to you. But, dear, I'm curious, do you want Oscar or Dominick?"