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    Ste blinked. What was he doing here? This ce wasn’t even close to their usual spots.


    She nodded, somewhat dazed.


    “Alright, hop in. I’ll drop you off. It’s on the way.” His tone was neutral, no emotion on the surface.


    Ste hesitated, then nodded. She turned to Steven and smiled. “I’ll get going then, Mr. Harrison. Thanks again for dinner.”


    Steven nodded back, watching her get in the car.


    As the Bentley drove off, he rubbed his temples. That expression William had just now… was way too cold. Was he… blocking him on purpose?


    Inside the car, the atmosphere was unusually quiet.


    After a moment, William asked, “Steven invited you to dinner today?”


    “Yeah,” Ste replied. “We were discussing the project. Just grabbed a bite at the same time.”


    William nodded, his eyes still focused ahead. “What do you think of him?”


    Ste looked over. He waspletelyposed, as if this was just small talk. “He’s a good guy. Smart, capable. But I see him as just a colleague. Nothing else.”


    At first, William’s face darkened.


    But when she said “nothing else,” the tension in his jaw eased. There was even the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.


    “d you’ve got your head on straight,” he muttered.


    Ste stared at him.


    Why did he care so much about Steven?


    And… was he angry earlier?


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    She stared at her phone, suddenly struck by apletely wild thought. Could it be… that William and Steven were actually a thing?


    Was that why he looked so sour when she called Steven a “good guy”—but rxed the second she said she wasn’t interested? That… would exin a lot!


    Determined to untangle the misunderstanding, Ste blurted out her exnation in a breathless rush. “Honestly, I have zero interest in Steven. Today’s lunch was just about business—there’s nothing going on between us outside of work.”


    The more she spoke, the more William’s expression softened, his fingers tapping out emails with a rare gentleness.


    Sensing his mood, Ste pressed on, her tone more assured. “I really mean it—I respect everyone’s personal lives. People have different sexual orientations, and it’s not my ce to interfere, no matter who they’re into. If you’re still concerned, I can let you know ahead of time anytime I have to meet Steven, just so there’s no confusion.”


    William had been quietly enjoying her exnation, a faint smile lingering—until she brought up “different sexual orientations.” Suddenly, his hands stilled above the keyboard.


    He nced at her, eyes narrowed. “Why are you exining all this to me?”


    Ste couldn’t understand why he would ask such a question. Wasn’t it obvious enough?


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