Cross Roads

Chapter 124 Since they returned from Serenburg. Dominick had been very busy.

Stephanie wanted to ask what he was busy with, but Dominick wasn't keen to tell her.

George was still in Serenburg, and while Stephanie's days were comfortable, she felt a bit uneasy.

"How is his injury?" A doctor cto the house on the weekend to check on Dominick "Mr. Wellington's forehead wound has healed. It's safe for him to wash without worrying about infection. His right scapula is also healing nicely, but he should avoid lifting heavy things for the next two months. He should eat more food rich in calcium and collagen and avoid too much seafood..." Stephanie sat nearby, listening carefully to the doctor's advice and silently taking notes.

"Are you satisfied?" Dominick glanced at her. As he spoke, Dominick glanced at the large clock in the living room, then stood up from the sofa as if he had urgent business to attend to.

"Dominick, the doctor said you shouldn't stay up late! Stephanie didn't dare to stop him, but she was a bit frustrated and called out to him.

She really didn't know what he was so busy with. Several times, he had stayed up all night. The day before yesterday, she couldn't resist and called Vincent to ask, but he only said, "Don't meddle." Clearly, he thought she was more of a hindrance than a help.

"Sandra, I want to learn to cook. Can you teach me?" Wellington Villa was large, with gardens and many empty rooms. Stephanie spent her tthere resting, occasionally chatting with George. Now that George was away, the place felt even more lonely.

Sandra initially refused, but Stephanie stubbornly stayed in the kitchen. The maids exchanged helpless glances and eventually let her wash vegetables, though they kept her away from the knives.

Stephanie knew her limits. "I'll just learn to make soup. By the way, how do you make clam chowder? Do you just throw all the ingredients in for stewing? I want to make that soup today..." Sandra looked a bit troubled but didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm. She gently suggested, "Mrs. Wellington, that's a bit complicated. Let's start with how to clean clams." "Oh." She had plenty of time, and she had other things to keep herself busy...

"Dominick, do you want to wear this suit today?" early. By around 5 AM, the sky was already light. Dominick was used to waking up early, In the early summer morning, the sun rose early But to his surprise, when he cout of the bathroom, he saw Stephanie was already up too, holding a new suit from the wardrobe.

"What do you think of this navy b blue one? The store manager said it's the latest style. Don't worry about the size. It's from the splace where you usually get your suits tailored." She stood on her tiptoes, holding the new suit against him with a smile. "How about it? Do you want to wear this today?" Dominick didn't pay much attention to the suit but noticed she seemed quite lively and happy today. Chapter 124 "Did you go out and buy this?" he asked saltly.

Stephanie was about to tell him about her shopping trip with Sandra yesterday, but the phone on the bedside table rang suddenly, breaking the morning's peace.

Stephanie's smile faded as she pressed her lips together. She watched Dominick quickly walk over to the bed, pick up the phone, and answer it swiftly.

He was talking about sproject and bidding, things she couldn't understand.

"Just wear this one." Finally, Dominick hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

Dominick's right arm wasn't very convenient, but he got up early in the morning and didn't wake her. Lately, getting dressed had been really time-consuming. "I'll help you. Here..." Stephanie eagerly offered.

"You look great in this color," she smiled brightly, happy as she looked at him.

"Tonight, I'll have dinner with Vincent and the others. Don't wait up for me." But compared to her excitement, he seemed rather indifferent. Leaving just that message, he walked out quickly. Stephanie wanted to talk to him a bit more, but seeing him leave hurriedly, she didn't dare to disturb him. Lately, she was already asleep by the the returned to the bedroom, and they rarely even talked.

But she didn't fuss about it. Dominick didn't like being clung to anyway. She just wanted to do a little something for him so she wouldn't feel so bored.

After almost two weeks of trying in the kitchen, the result only proved she was a disaster at cooking. Her cooking skills had not improved at all.

Dominick didn't chfor dinner, but he would try to return by 11 PM and then stay in the study.

"Are you hungry?" There was a knock on the study door, and Stephanie opened it without waiting for a response, poking her head in to look.

The study was brightly lit. Dominick was sitting at his desk, typing quickly on the keyboard. Hearing the sound, he stopped and looked towards her with suspicion.

"Dominick, do you want ssoup?" She brought in a bowl of soup and placed it on the coffee table.

"Let the servants handle these things." Dominick might not have eaten dinner outside. Seeing her bring in the soup, he immediately walked over from his chair.

"You should drink more of this. It helps with your shoulder blade healing..." She poured half a bowl for him, standing by his side, filled with anticipation.

Dominick glanced at the steaming, fragrant soup on the coffee table and turned to look at her. He noticed that Stephanie seemed quite busy Lately.

"Did you make this soup...

Feeling guilty, she raised her voice before he could finish his question. "Hurry and drink it while it's warm! Sandra cooked it for a long time." Speaking, she instinctively hid her hands behind her back, not wanting him to see the cuts on her fingers. Chapter 124 Stephanie had planned to make a pot of soup herself and show it off in front of him, but the soup she made was simply inedible.

Luckily, Sandra had a backup ready.

She felt a bit frustrated. "Looks like I'm really useless." "What?" Dominick, sipping the soup with a spoon and lost in thought, didn't hear her clearly. He just noticed she seemed a bit downcast.

"Leave the dishes here. Someone will clean them tomorrow. You should go back to the bedroom." Dominick didn't talk much with her, urging her to return to the room. "Oh." She glanced at the flickering screen on his desk, nodded, and quietly walked out, not daring to disturb his work.

Closing the study door behind her, she paused outside.

Her eyes lingered on the light seeping through the door. She felt a bit heavy-hearted, wondering how late he would work tonight...

Back in the bedroom, she didn't know why she was upset. Climbing into bed, she yanked the covers over herself, tightly wrapping up and burying her head in the covers. The quiet night made it hard to sleep.

"Everyone's so busy, except me..." She wanted to sleep but felt inexplicably restless.

She wanted to do something for him, but it seemed like she was truly useless.

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