Crossroads

The next day, Molly woke up to find it was already noon.

She realized her cold and fever were gone, but there was an unexpected surprise. Scott was lying beside her. Her eyes widened in shock, and her heart raced. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, and both of them were stark naked, their bodies entwined Memories of their intimate moments on the bed flooded her mind, leaving her stunned.

The first thing Scott asked as he woke up was.

uni was. "How did I do?"

"Ah!" she screamed, unable to control herself, staring at him lying so close to her.

"How did this happen?" Her face turned beet red as she scooted to the edge of the bed, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest, struggling to accept that her first time had slipped away so muddled.

"Do you not feel comfortable!" Scott pulled her back, his gaze serious as he asked again.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't remind me, please don't remind me!" She avoided his eyes, her words jumbled as she tried to convince herself Propping himself up, Scout leaned closer, staring directly at her blushing face. After a few seconds, he said nonchalantly. "It gets better with practice. I've heard the first time is often uncomfortable for women.

Molly froze, burying her face in the pillow in embarrassment. 'How did this happen? she thought She remembered now. The phone had rung early in the morning, and then she had clung to him, begging him not to leave.

She screamed inwardly. "Why did I confess to him! Why did I say I love him? Scott, this insufferable jerk. Why did I take the initiative to sleep with him? This is so embarrassing!

"Mally, don't worry, I consented to this," Scott said, clearly in a good mood as he watched her distressed expression. He even laughed, almost benevolently.

"I was delirious from my illness. It doesn't count? Molly shouted in desperation, trying to bluff her way out.

Scott picked up his clothes from the floor, put them on, and turned to her, warning. "Molly, do you think it's over just because you slept with met Do 1 look that easy to pick on?"

Molly was frightened and stared at him.

Suppressing his laughter, Scott grabbed her and lifted her up "Get dressed first. We'll have a proper discussion after breakfast Molly was far from composed, still naked and frantically falling her arms to push him away. "Ah, don't look! Tum around, burn around! Don't look You're not allowed to look!"

In her panic, she scratched his arm. and Scott realized that even this usually meek woman had a fiery side, capable of turning into a little rascal when flustered.

Another woman who got pestered until dawn finally managed to get some sleep.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, Stephanie had already gotten up, but Dominick dared to stay there and, on top of that, in her bed.

"Just a little longer," he mumbled.

As she tried to get up, he immediately pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her, his head nestling into her neck like it was second nature, savoring her warmth like a comfortable pillow.

Hey, , get up!".

Stephanie, blushing furiously from his nuzzling, tried to push him away. But Dominick, clearly unwilling, flipped her over and pressed her down. His large hand slipped under her clothes, caressing her smooth skin, moving up to her soft chest.

His gaze grew increasingly hazy, and he asked huskily, "Want another gor Stephanie was furious.

urious. "Get up" Her body tingled from his touch, and she shoved his face away

"Mephanie, we're married, and it's our duty. Besides, don't you want me?" His voice softened, almost coaxing her, while his hand continued to play with her breaste Duminick was getting more shameless by the minute.

"You've got to be kiddling me. You're still running a fever" Stephanie scolded, then thought, He is tick, yet he is still thinking about this?"

Despite her usual boldness, Stephanie had her principles regarding . She had a list of times when they couldn't do it, including during her period, when they were sick, or eating too full... Anyway, she was really mad at him now, Using all her strength, she pushed him away. Dominick, the sick man, was shoved too hard and hit his head on the bedpost, losing his balance and falling to the floor with a thud..

Dominick had fallen on the floor.

Stephanie leaned over the edge of the bed, looking down at the mighty Dominick now scrambling on the floor. She burst into laughter, thinking. Serves you right Dominick's face darkened as he stood up, his tall frame looming over her. His presence was intimidating, and he ordered, "From now on, move upstairs with me."

Stephanie knew his apartment upstairs, 502, had a custom-made, oversized bed. He had probably gone through the trouble of getting it specially made.

"Living in this shabby apartment, yet buying a roomful of expensive furniture. Only Dominick would do something like that, she thought.

Stephanie pretended to be indifferent, quickly getting out of bed and saying.

"Sorry, my bed's too small for you, Mr. Wellington."

"It is quite a squeeze," he responded shamelessly.

Dominick was clearly still sick. His imposing manner somewhat diminished, making him act om childishly. Heveached out and pulled her into his arms again. Stephanie, now expressionless, watched as this man, like a koala, continued to nuzzle her.

His head rested on her left shoulder, his lips brushing against her neck, strands of hair falling over his face. He inhaled her baby-like sweet scent, a peculiar quirk of his. Perhaps because he was sick and she was right there, he suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore.

Stephanie found it amusing, wondering if he had become delirious from the fever.

This wasn't the Dominick she knew. He was acting so juvenile.

Stephanie said, "Tm going to order some fancy restaurant delivery now. Can you please take your medicine on the table?"

"No," Dominick immediately frowned at the mention of medicine, his deep, magnetic voice whispering in her ear as he flatly refused.

Stephanie was about to lose her temper when a deep voice reached her ears, the words that felt all too familiar. He said, "Stephanie, I think we're fine just the way we are."

She instantly stiffened. On the other thunderous night, she remembered that he had said those exact words to her, "Stephanie, I think we could spend our whole lives like this."

The lofty Dominick Wellington wasn't as mysterious as he seemed. He was just an ordinary man with joys and sorrows like anyone else.

Her heart started to race. She pushed him away slightly, wanting to see his eyes clearly.. But he wouldn't let her, holding her even tighter. "Where are you going?" he demanded, his voice suddenly louder, tinged with anger.

Stephanie was stunned by his reaction, not expecting such a strong response. It was as if he had om remembered something painful, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Stephanie, you women really love to lie. But I never thought you would be the same.

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"You promised me. You promised me you wouldn't leave. That night, I was unconscious, so why did you run away? you left. Stephanie, what does that make me?"

Shaken, she looked into his deep eyes, now filled with anger, resentment, and a hint of hurt.