?Chapter 136:
Steughed. “Incredible? You were iconic. With you around, I don’t need pepper spray. By the way, are those guys really boxing champions?”
Sharon gave a smug little shrug. “Ehh… I hired them from an employment agency. They’ve got some moves, but mostly it’s the muscles that do the talking.”
Ste blinked. The employment agency?
Only Sharon would walk into a staffing office and walk out with a personal SWAT team.
“Anyway,” Sharon said, looping her arm through Ste’s. “You free tomorrow?”
Ste looked at her curiously. “What’s up? Need something from me?”
Sharon nodded, smiling. “Nothing major. It’s my grandpa’s birthday soon, and I was hoping you coulde with me to pick out a gift. You know how it is—shopping’s way more fun withpany. Plus, he’s been missing you.”
Ste didn’t hesitate. “Of course! I know just the ce to find the perfect gift. Trust me—he’ll love it.”
Sharon beamed. “Perfect. Let’s meet at ten tomorrow morning.” After a few good drinks, putting Marc in his ce, and letting off some steam, it was finally time to call it a night and head home.
Ste went home humming a tune. She showered, dried her hair, and fell asleep in the best mood she’d had all weekpletely forgetting that William still hadn’te home.
The next morning, Ste stood in front of her vanity, applying a touch of light makeup.
When she stepped into the living room, she found William at the dining table, calmly drinking his coffee.
He looked up as she walked by, his gaze lingering a second too long—taking in her effortless glow and the subtle polish to her look.
“You’re in high spirits,” he said casually. “Got a date this weekend?”
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Ste raised an eyebrow as she reached for her ss of milk. “Not a date. I’m meeting someone.”
William sipped his ck coffee, his voice cool. “A man?” Then, after a pause, he added without blinking, “Marc?”
The name alone was enough to sour her mood. Ste set her ss down, her appetite gone.
“It’s a beautiful day. Don’t ruin it by bringing him up. Even if every other man on earth disappeared, I still wouldn’t date Marc.” She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, giving William a pointed look before heading for the door.
William stayed seated, still holding his cup, a quiet smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
Not far off, the maid blinked, visibly confused.
Didn’t she just say “Even if every other man on earth disappeared”? Didn’t that include William? So why was he still so happy?
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