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    She said, “Well, I just… I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about Steven and me. Isn’t it true that you and he…”


    She caught herself, mping her mouth shut, aware the driver was just a few feet away.


    William’s face turned thunderous at her implication.


    “Stop the car,” he ordered, his voice t and dangerous.


    The driver jerked to a stop, hazard lights shing as the car lurched to the curb.


    Ste lurched forward, barely catching herself on the back of the front seat before shooting William a sharp look.


    Before she could speak, William’s voice sliced through the tension—cold, clipped. “Get out.”


    Ste blinked in disbelief.


    What did she say wrong this time? Hadn’t she made herself clear enough?


    Her frustration boiled over. She shoved the door open and climbed out, mming it behind her.


    The Bentley peeled away, leaving Ste stranded beneath the glow of the streetlights.


    Watching the taillights vanish around the corner, Ste pressed her lips together, cursing her luck for running into William at his absolute worst.


    Inside the Bentley, William stared nkly at hisptop, unable to focus on a single line.


    Was it really okay to leave her out here alone?


    Even if it was a crowded street, he’d been the one to offer her a ride in the first ce.


    His conscience gnawed at him. After a tense pause, he snapped hisptop shut. “Turn around.”


    The driver didn’t dare question him, silently swinging the car into a U-turn at the next intersection.


    Back at the curb, Ste scrolled through her phone to call for a ride—only to look up as the ck Bentley glided to a stop in front of her. William stepped out of the car and nced down at her, his face unreadable. “Take my car back. I’ll get home on my own.”


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    Ste blinked in confusion, thrown by his sudden generosity—especially after he’d just kicked her out. “That’s not necessary. I already called for a ride…”


    Before she could finish, William raised an arm, gged down a passing taxi, and climbed in without a backward nce.


    Left standing on the curb with the Bentley’s back door hanging open and the driver watching her expectantly, Ste let out a frustrated sigh.


    She slid into the car, feeling both ridiculous and strangely small.


    William’s moods were impossible to predict. Was this about Steven? Was he really the jealous type? Love made even the most rational people act in absurd ways.


    A faint chill ran down her spine. From now on, she’d keep her distance from Steven outside of work—no matter what.


    Later that night, Steven and William sat in a dimly lit private room at a club, empty beer bottles littering the table between them.


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