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    The next morning, Ste slowly opened her eyes.


    She hadn’t showered the night before, and the difort was starting to get to her. Unable to manage it alone with her injured knee, she called out from the…


    From the second floor, after a few calls, Rita finally came up.


    “I want to take a shower,” Ste said, feeling a little awkward. “But my knee can’t get wet. Can you help me cover it with some stic wrap?”


    Rita responded right away, “Of course, Ms. Russell. I’ll just take off my apron and wash my hands first. Please give me a minute.”


    With that, she rushed downstairs, while Ste made her way to the bathroom to get changed.


    With her back to the door, she had just lifted her T-shirt halfway up when the door creaked open.


    Thinking it was Rita, she said casually, “Oh good, you’re here. Can you turn on the water and wet the towel for me?”


    But the silence behind her felt strange. No footsteps, no response.


    Uneasy, she turned around to check.


    Standing there was William, dressed in a rxed, casual outfit.


    Time felt like it stopped.


    Ste stood frozen, staring at him in shock.


    William quickly looked away from the glimpse he’d caught of her undergarments.


    “Sorry,” he muttered. “I heard you calling and thought you needed something…”


    In a panic, Ste quickly tugged her shirt down, not realizing there was water on the floor.


    Her foot slipped, and she let out a startled cry as she lost her bnce.


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    William, catching the movement from the corner of his eye, turned sharply—his expression tightening. Without thinking, he stepped forward and caught her before she hit the ground.


    She ended up falling straight into his warm, steady arms.


    Though she’d always known William was well-built, this was the first time she had felt it so clearly.


    Even during their brief contact at the hospital, she had only brushed against his side. Now, being held this close, she could feel the tension ripple through him.


    His breath caught, and his arms stiffened slightly as if he, too, was unsure of what to do next.


    She blinked, feeling a subtle tremble in his arms.


    Wasn’t he supposed to be into men? Why did he seem so awkward while holding a woman?


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