Crossroads Confessions by Deirdre Augus novel 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 

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

Stephanie felt conflicted. She hated him, but she was softhearted. 

She took a thermometer to check his temperature. 

Five minutes later, Stephanie stared at the thermometer, which was 1022 degrees, her face serious, 

She was always cautious about high fevers, even a bit 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 fevers could have severe impacts. 

She placed a cooling patch on Dominick’s forehead and several on his neck. Finding some alcohol and cotton balls, she skillfully soaked the cotton and prepared to undress him to cool him down. 

But to her frustration, Dominick was not very cooperative. 

“Straighten your arm and take off the shirt. Stephanie tugged hard, but even sick, he was heavy and stubborn. His shirt was stuck under him, and she could only get it halfway off. 

Glaring 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 

But whether by chance or intent, as soon as she got on the bed and barely found her balance, he wrapped both arms around her, and pulled her into his embrace tightly. 

“Hey! Her 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, he clung to her like a koala, leaving Stephanie in utter despair. 

“I’m telling you, if you don’t 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, 

Dominick held her tightly like a human pillow as if it eased his feverish discomfort. Stephanie was extremely uncomfortable, trapped in his strong 

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arms, and he had a bad habit. He buried his stubble face in her neck, making her skin itch, Stephanie was terribly ticklish. And yet, he seemed to have fallen asleep. 

The long night was an ordeal for Stephanic 

Molly slept deeply as if she hadn’t had such a comfortable rest in ages. 

Around midnight, she was abruptly awakened by some noises. 

Living alone for so long had made her particularly alert at night. Groggy and still piecing together the day’s events, she felt a chill as she lifted the blanket Oh, she was down to just her underwear. She never slept in the nude. 

But there was no time to worry about that. Molly quickly threw on a bathrobe. She was on high aler 

was on high alert as stra 

as strange noises came from her kitchen. 

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

Clutching 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 the kitchen. 

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

Scott, busy in the kitchen, immediately turned at the sound of her voice. Molly felt a bit dizzy, but she could still see the embarrassment on his usually composed face. 

“What are you doing?” she asked offhandedly. 

Scott’s expression grew 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 threw back a question 

Molly’s foggy 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 her underwear underneath. 

“Ah! What had happened? 

She remembered crying earlier uglily. The wont part was running into him afterward. Then “Where are my clothes?” she asked. Her face turned red, screaming internally. 

“Your clothes were soaked through. Did you want to sleep in them?” Scott’s tone was calm. 

Then, my clothes. Did you take them off? Molly recalled how her heartless brother and mother had bullied her, but facing him now, s inexplicably flustered. 

“I told you to take them off yourself. You were dead asleep. Scott replied truthfully. 

she felt 

Molly’s face was a mixture of emotions as if she had turned to stone. It was mortifying that he could 

say* 

y such things in such a calm tone. 

But soon, it was Scott’s turn to be embarrassed, as he nearly burned down Molly’s kitchen. 

“Just now, were 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, 

Her frying pan was coated with something so stuck that even a metal spatula couldn’t scrape it off. 

“Fried eggs, the man behind her muttered, his tone oddly sarcastic. 

Molly turned to look at him and sighed after a long moment. She said, “If you hadn’t said so, I’d never have guessed that it was supposed to be an 

Scott’s face was already sour. Seeing Molly effortlessly cleaning up, he hesitated before speaking again. “Over there is the oatmeal I was making.” “Isn’t oatmeal supposed to have water in it Molly was stunned to realize the burnt black mess was meant to be oatmeal. 

“I didn’t know how much water to add Scott’s voice was still and a hit irate. 

This was his first time in a kitchen, so what could she expect? He had never cooked before, let alone known how much water to use or how long to cook, Kitchen tasks were truly bothersome.