Chapter 154
Provoking a man sexually could have serious consequences, especially in the bedroom, especially when the man w
sband.
Citing their “legal” relationship, Dominick quickly turned around, pressing her down and engaging intimately with her. Alter that, he leaned against the headboard and watched Stephanie, who, with a hint of fatigue, was pretending to sleep. He was amused.
He realized that using fire to fight fire worked quite well on his wife. Otherwise, her antics would truly wear him out.
“What are you smiling at?” He got what he wanted from her, and now he was smiling so insidiously.
Stephanie glared up at him, her checks flushed with irritation. She wanted to punch him in the chest but found she didn’t even have the strength to
lift her hand. This bastard had no sense of tenderness.
Why did this infuriating man always seem so full of energy after having sex while she was left sore and exhausted? Feeling indignant, she wrapped her arms around his thigh and bit down hard. “You just wait, Dominick. You pick on me in front of our sons. When they’re born, I will definitely get my revenge.”
Her teeth were sharp, and it actually hurt quite a bit.
But in high spirits, Dominick chose not to argue with his feisty wife. Instead, he soothingly rubbed her head, teasing her, “Stephanie, do you want to go another round?”
Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat. “Your sons are exhausted. They need to sleep.”
She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket and scuttled to the edge of the bed.
Dominick, seeing her cowardly ostrich–like behavior, burst into laughter.
He tugged at her blanket, leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, and, without another word, got out of bed, dressed, and quietly left the bedroom.
Stephanie’s cheeks were still flushed as she lay on her side. Only after hearing him close the door did she finally relax. “Why am I so nervous?”
Sometimes, even she couldn’t understand her own chaotic heart.
It was beating fast, and she felt sweetly dizzy. It was a very peculiar feeling.
Suddenly, she realized she wanted to spend her life with him.
“Dominick, do you ever think about spending your life with me?” Clutching the bedsheet, she asked herself softly, her tone uncertain.
It wasn’t just because of her inner insecurities but because she truly didn’t understand him. “Why won’t you let me in?”
“She can’t know.” Dominick had just answered a phone call in the study, his face cold and somber. “Don’t ever mention this to her.”
On the other end of the line, Vincent disagreed, “Dominick, you know Stephanie’s troublesome nature. It would be better to tell her about your condition than to let her worry endlessly…”
“I said not to tell Stephanie.”
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‘s voice grew colder, emphasizing his words. “And don’t let him know the matter that Grandpa is looking into either.”
Vincent was taken aback by his sharp tone, his brows furrowing.
Gone was his usual playful demeanor. He was now serious. “Mr. George Wellington has been looking into all these things for you. He’s worried about that bullet in your brain. Do you realize that if it shifts, you could die at any moment?
“That year, you and Oscar were in a car accident. He was severely injured and became a vegetable, while you gradually recovered after waking up. You’ve been hiding the bullet because you feel guilty. You refuse the surgery to punish yourself or to assuage your conscience? Now that Oscar is getting better, how long do you plan to wait?” Vincent’s voice grew urgent towards the end.
George was anxious, as were he and Scott, but it was useless. Dominick wouldn’t listen to them.
Vincent thought that maybe if Stephanie, that little spitfire, knew, she might be able to do something. Yet, Dominick was adamantly against telling her. “Dominick, Oscar doesn’t blame you. You don’t need to wait for his verbal forgiveness.”
Contrary to Vincent’s urgent tone, Dominick walked calmly to the study’s window, a bitter smile on his lips. He said, “Six years.
Oscar has been lying in the hospital for six years. He’s missed so much.”
Six years was enough to change a person completely.
Chapter 154
“If he had known that driving over to save me would cost him these six years, he might not have done it. My life is his gift”
I owe him, he thought.
