Cross Roads

Chapter 170 By the tthey got back to the hotel suite, it was pushing midnight.

"Hold on a sec..." Stephanie said, stopping the hotel staff as they were about to unlock the door.

"What's wrong?" Dominick noticed the woman beside him looking troubled. She had barely spoken on the back.

way Stephanie opened her mouth, searching for an excuse, but under his intense gaze, she couldn't think of one. "Get ssleep." It was getting late, and Dominick couldn't understand whatever was going through her head. The door opened, and the hotel staff respectfully turned on all the lights in the suite. The room was brilliantly it, as bright as Stephanie froze in the doorway, tense.

"What's in your mind?" Seeing her standing still, Dominick frowned. She was acting strange tonight.

She didn't respond. Her eyes were fixed in the direction of the bedroom, and a tangle of emotions was twisting her face.

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"What are you looking at?" He felt she was distracted, not even listening to him. A flicker of anger flared in Dominick's eyes as he turned and closed the distance between them in a few long strides. His tall, imposing frfilled her vision.

"Stephanie," he said, his voice low and cold.

"Wh-what?" Caught off guard, Stephanie finally cto her senses but couldn't hide the complicated guilt in her "You've been staring at the bed..." Dominick narrowed his eyes, his gaze boring into hers.

They were bright and clear, strikingly beautiful, but terrible at hiding the truth.

"You've been staring at the bed. Is there someone there?" cycs.

Before Dominick even finished his words, he was already striding towards the suite bedroom. Panic surged through Stephanie as she reached out to grab him.

But Dominick's long strides covered the distance to the bed in a few quick steps, then he turned to cast a scrutinizing glance at the woman behind him.

Then, he grabbed the corner of the blanket and yanked it hard Stephanie turned pale, her heart skipping a beat.

Her gaze fixed on the large, empty bed before her. There was nothing there.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was gone.

But just as she relaxed, Dominick coldly instructed, "Search this place again, especially the madam's room, the nursery, and the walk-in closet." The presidential suite was well over 1800 square feet. If someone was hiding here and his men had missed them... His gaze returned to the bed with complicated feelings.

Someone was hiding under the covers and sleeping with her? At that thought, Dominick's face darkened instantly.

He spun around quickly, noticing the woman standing by the balcony.

Stephanie drifted out onto the balcony, her eyes lost in the scattering of stars across the night sky. She didn't dare turn around, didn't dare face him. What if Dominick saw right through her? She really wanted to ask why Dominick was sending people to find Oscar so aggressively.

From what she knew, those Dominick sought were usually people who had offended him. She still remembered Dominick's basement and his ruthless methods of dealing with enemies.

At this moment she couldn't bring herself to ask Her tense mood was broken by a deep voice from behind. "Stephanic, what are you hiding from me?" The footsteps behind her slowed as they drew closer. She felt the heat of his anger without even turning around.

What should she do? She couldn't hide it from him...

In her panic, she remembered something and started speaking hesitantly. "Hayley... She made Molly take the blame..." Her voice was anxious, deliberately raised in a guilty tone.

"Molly didn't do anything wrong, why..." Stephanie hoped her usual tantrum would throw him off, but it didn't work this time. Dominick's grip tightened on her arm, pulling her flush against his hard chest.

"Stephanie... I don't like it when you're like this," Dominick said, his voice low and intense, his eyes boring into hers, seeing right through her facade.

He hated it when she lied.

Stephanie knew exactly what he meant and sensed the anger in his tone.

She nervously bit her lip, wanting to say something but hesitating...

Dominick's cold face showed no patience. His hand grabbed the back of her head, and his cool lips aggressively kissed hers, biting her soft lips.

She was caught off guard, her heartbeat racing, her body instinctively giving in...

Outside, the night was dark and still. The night breeze blew in, but it couldn't dissipate the room's heated atmosphere.

When she woke up, it was already noon the next day.

The man beside her was already up. Stephanie clenched her jaw, angrily punching the pillow next to her as a way to vent. "What a jerk." "Good morning, Mrs. Wellington."

When Stephanie freshened up and changed into her clothes, a female manager knocked on the door, a m pushing a cart with sclam soup and pastries. She smiled and said, "Did you just wake up? Do you want more sleep?" 'Good morning?' Stephanie looked expressionless as she glanced at the blazing sun outside the window.

Molly was right. Working for capitalists meant going against her conscience, and earning money wasn't easy.

Stephanie was curious about the female manager bringing in soup right as she woke up. She raised an eyebrow and glanced around the corners of the suite.

'Did they install cameras just for me?' she thought.

"Where's Dominick?” Her voice turned noticeably colder.

The female manager, who had been assigned to personally attend to Stephanie, was adept at readingm people after years in the industry. She gently placed the soup and pastries on the table and explained calmly, "Mr. Wellington instructed us to prepare breakfast for you this morning..." These were breakfast. She had simply overslept.

The manager wore a polite smile. "There are no surveillance cameras in our suites. Please don't be worried." Hearing this, Stephanie suddenly fell silent.

She sat down and slowly sipped the small bowl of soup without much appetite. The manager noticed her heavy thoughts and asked, concerned, "Mrs. Wellington, does the soup not suit your taste? Would you like something else?" "Nah, it's fine," Stephanie said, putting down the spoon. She then murmured to herself, "I was just thinking about something..." She was wondering if she had been too suspicious lately. Maybe she should trust Dominick.

She started pondering if she should tell him about meeting Oscar last night.