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    William couldn’t help feeling a bit annoyed. After everything, did she still believe he liked men? They soon reached the dorm entrance. It was obvious Ste would need to help him get upstairs.


    “Where’s your key?” she asked, bracing herself.


    As she helped him out of the elevator, she silently cursed herself for not requesting a wheelchair earlier.


    “Left pocket,” he answered simply.


    With a tight-lipped expression, Ste fished the key out, unlocked the door, and pretended it was allpletely normal.


    William walked in and said calmly, “I need the bathroom.”


    “Where’s Rita, by the way?” she asked.


    “She went home for a bit,” he told her.


    As she waited by the bathroom door, his voice came out casually. “Having a woman around would actually make things easier.”


    Ste raised a brow and said, “Didn’t you already settle that with Willow?” The message was clear—he’d have someone to y house with soon anyway. At the mention of Willow, William’s expression shifted slightly.


    Then, out of nowhere, he said, “Didn’t you say you needed a guy? Why don’t we just team up instead?”


    Ste shot him a quick nce but looked away just as fast, realizing he was still using the bathroom. “Sorry, but I’m not the type to share a man, especially not with Willow.”


    She kept throwing Willow’s name into the mix, leaving William momentarily speechless. Whatever he’d intended to say just wouldn’te out.


    Why did she keep mentioning Willow like that? Did she seriously not care if he ended up marrying someone else? William was starting to question whether Ste had even the slightest hint of interest in him. If she did, she was doing an awfully good job of pretending otherwise.


    She offered her arm and helped him back into the living room.


    “You should get Rita back here,” she said inly. “You’re clearly not cut out to live alone like this.”


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    William nodded, leaning into her support. “She’s helping her son study for exams. I could use a hand here, though. How about you pitch in?”


    Ste immediately shook her head. “Absolutely not.”


    “Ten thousand an hour?” he offered.


    Still a hard no. She shook her head.


    “What about a hundred thousand?” he said with a smirk.


    That one made her pause and think.


    It wasn’tpletely off the table anymore.


    “You know I got injured because of you,” he added pitifully. “And I haven’t even had a bite to eat.”


    That sudden change to a pitiful tone almost made her cave.


    “Fine. I’ll make you something to eat,” she said, finally giving in.


    A few minutester, Ste was standing in front of the fridge, scanning its nearly empty shelves. All she could find was some spinach, a few eggs, and a box of pasta.


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