Crossroads

"She's my wife."

The slightest movement on the hospital bed, followed by a hoarse, weak voice, silenced the room.

"Dominick!" The woman closest to the bed reacted first, leaning in with excitement and joy. "Dominick, you're awake."

"Go get George and the doctor, now!"

The bodyguards outside the door were also shocked and hurried to get them.

Stephanie stood at the foot of the bed, dazed.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked at the man lying in the hospital bed. He had just woken up, looking pale and bleary-eyed. Yet, he managed to lift his head slightly, his gaze locking onto hers.

He didn't speak again, but Stephanie felt a faint tremor in her chest. His gaze... It wasn't as cold and hard as before. There was something different, something softer, weaker.

"You are...Stephanie?" the woman standing by the bed asked with a somewhat awkward expression.

She stared directly at Stephanie, a complex mix of emotions in her voice as she repeated, "You're Dominick's wife?"

She had heard that Dominick had legally married someone back home, though there hadn't been a wedding.

Stephanie felt somewhat awkward under the woman's scrutiny.

"Come here," Dominick in the hospital bed suddenly called out softly.

Stephanie looked at his pale face. She frowned and quickly walked over, moving to the other side of the bed. "Dominick, do you have at headache?"

He ignored the question, instead asking, "Are you hurt?" His body instinctively tried to turn to the left.

"Dominick, you can't move your body." The woman on the right side anxiously tried to hold him down.

Stephanie moved faster, quickly bending down to press his shoulder. "Stay put, Dominick." She sounded a bit awkward.

"Answer me. Are you hurt?" Dominick persisted. He was already lying on his side, staring at her face, asking with a sense of determination.

He barely remembered the car accident, but he knew Stephanie seemed to have been frightened to tears at that time.

His familiar sound and his gaze somehow made Stephanie's eyes well up with tears.

"Dominick, I'm so worried about you."

She choked on her words, unable to hold back the tears. "Please, just get better. I'm scared... I don't know what to do; I can't help you with anything..."

A single tear slid down her cheek, and his eyes gradually became clearer as he looked up at her tear-streaked face. He was stunned for a Chapter 116

moment, feeling a bit surprised.

Even Dominick didn't know what to say now. He just stared blankly at her tears falling non stop onto his bedsheet. She rarely cried.

The woman standing on the other side watched them with shock, lowering her eyes and instinctively stepping back.

It looked like she shouldn't be in this place.

"Dominick, I'll go get the doctor," she whispered, quickly slipping out of the room.

Dominick didn't say anything to her, not a single word. As she walked out of the room, she heard him murmur helplessly, "You are crying a lot nowadays..." Her steps halted, and she turned back to look at the bed.

He seemed to really care about this is woman....

Just as she turned her head, she bumped into another man at the door. "Hayley, have you seen a woman..." he asked, and his voice filled with urgency.

"Stephanie!" Vincent's eyes darted across the room, finding the familiar figure. He immediately shouted in anger.

He stormed over. "Well done, Stephanie. You tied up the nurse? Don't think I won't dare to..."

"What's going on?" the man on the bed frowned deeply, his voice hoarse as he had just woken up.

Vincent froze, staring at the man in the bed for a beat. Suddenly, his face lit up with excitement. "Dominick! You're awake! Wait, Stephanie. Did you wake Dominick up?"

Vincent was buzzing with excitement. His voice was full of disbelief, not anger.

Stephanie's face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly turned around, wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

Lately, she'd been crying more and more. It was driving her nuts. Why was she getting so emotional?

If that jerk Vincent saw her like this, he'd definitely mock her again. Dominick glanced at her embarrassed expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

Vincent raised an eyebrow at them. Dominick was actually chuckling, much to his surprise. Hayley, standing beside him, wore a complex expression but nudged him playfully with her elbow. "Is this her...? The one..."

"The girl with the pocket watch," Vincent grunted.

Hayley remained silent, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. "It's really her." She knew what the pocket watch meant.

Vincent couldn't help but grumble, "I honestly don't get what Dominick sees in her. She's nothing but trouble!"

Soon, the doctor and rushed in, their faces lighting up with joy as they saw the man on the bed awake. "Mr. Wellington, do you feel any discomfort?

Dominick, still a bit woozy, went along with the doctor's examination. The pain wasn't as intense anymore. His external injuries were Chapter 116

bandaged, and his consciousness had returned.

The attending physician assessed his condition and cautioned. "Mr. Wellington, you've got a bandage on your forehead that needs to stay dry for a week. And your right shoulder blade is fractured, so no heavy lifting for three months. Now, about your head..."

"Got it. You can go now," Dominick suddenly interrupted the doctor with a cold voice.

Catching the warning glint in his eyes, the doctor quickly excused himself.

"What's wrong? Is there something else?" Hayley said, attentively picking up something was wrong.

"Mr. Wellington has just regained consciousness. Please be cautious and avoid getting out of bed for the time being the doctor instructed, ΕΠ mentioning some standard precautions. He then nodded at the other medical staff, and they all quickly left the room.

Hayley, ever efficient, frowned and moved to follow the doctor, but Vincent gently grasped her arm.

He remained silent, but the message was clear - don't ask.

The room fell into an eerie silence. Stephanie's eyes were fixed on the door as she recalled the doctor's mention of Dominick's head...

"Water." A raspy voice came through.

Hayley instinctively moved forward, but Vincent's glance made her stop short, and she quickly realized, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"The doctor said you shouldn't sit up." Stephanie stood by Dominick's bed, holding a cup of water. She saw him trying to rise and immediately reached out to stop him.

"Dominick, stay put. Let me figure this out..."

She worried he would ignore the doctor's orders, glancing down at the cup in her hand, unsure how to help him drink.

"Are you going to feed me?" Dominick asked with a smirk.

Instantly, all eyes in the room turned to Stephanie, looking both surprised and expectant.

"I... I'll get a straw." Stephanie huffed.

This man had been nothing but trouble since he woke up, and now she was blushing. She put the cup on the nightstand and practically fled the room.

"Stephanie, don't you dare run away!"