?Chapter 189:


    Sandra wanted to argue, but Ste held her back, reminding her that they were all part of the same team and shouldn’t cause a scene outside, lest they be theughingstock of others.


    Still, now drenched and ufortable, Ste had no choice but to head back to the dorm to change.


    Later, William returned to the dormitory building and noticed Ste’s room door slightly ajar.


    His brows furrowed. He knocked once, then again. No response.


    Her sneakers were by the door, so she had to be inside.


    William frowned, wondering where she had gone.


    Just as he was about to leave, he heard a noise from the bathroom and instinctively froze.


    Inside, Ste had rushed to wash up and was now drying off, wrapped in a towel as she headed out of the bathroom.


    The moment she stepped out, she froze. So did William. Their eyes met. Ste blinked, stunned to see him in her living room.


    From his vantage point, all he saw was smooth, bare skin peeking from the cor of the oversized robe and her slender legs beneath it. William turned away almost instantly, his ears faintly red.


    Ste let out a startled yelp and darted back into her bedroom. A few minutester, now properly dressed, she stepped out—cheeks still flushed.


    She red at him, her voice tight. “Mr. Briggs, do you always barge into people’s rooms uninvited?”


    William pressed his lips into a thin line. “Do you always shower with the door wide open?”


    Ste froze for a second—then it hit her. She’d rushed back in a hurry andpletely forgotten to shut the door.


    “Still, that doesn’t give you permission to barge in without knocking,” she retorted.


    For once, William found himself at a loss for words. He turned away, clearly ufortable, just as Rita stepped in carrying fruit. “Ms. Russell, you haven’t started cooking yet?”


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    She nced curiously at William, who was already walking out the door, clearly in a huff.


    “Mr. Briggs, aren’t you staying for dinner?”


    “I’m not hungry,” he said tly, without looking back.


    Not hungry? Rita squinted. His face looked a little flushed—and if she wasn’t mistaken, he was walking like he had something on his mind. Had they gotten into a fight?


    Ste didn’t dwell on it. She ate dinner with Rita as usual and went to bed early.


    She figured it wasn’t a big deal—he hadn’t seen anything anyway.


    Nothing worth making a fuss over.


    One weekter, Ste’s team wrapped up their experiment.


    Everyone was in a great mood. Even Jamir, who usually looked like he hadn’t smiled in a decade, cracked a small grin.


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