?Chapter 758:


    Her heart lurched violently. She jumped out of bed, ready to hunt him down.


    But the moment she threw open the bedroom door, she stopped dead.<fn22d1> This update is avable on FindN()vel</fn22d1>


    This was… William’s house.


    Images from the previous night shed in her mind.


    William had carried her away… not Marc!


    An icy dread spread through her limbs.


    Before she could sort any of it out, William stepped out of the guest room across the hall — wearing a white bathrobe, hair still damp from a shower. Ste’s eyes widened in horror. If nothing happened… why would he have showered?


    “What did you do to me, William?!” Her voice cracked as she shrieked at him. Rage and shame tangled inside her chest. Ignoring her pounding headache, she rushed forward and pped him with all her strength.


    The pnded with a crisp sound. William’s head tilted slightly from the blow, a bright red handprint blooming across his cheek.


    Ste trembled, hands balled into fists as tears streamed down her face. “You’re disgusting! What did you do to me? You’re just like Marc — no better than him!”


    William kept his calm.


    He slowly turned back to look at her, eyes turbulent with emotion.


    “Ste, calm down,” he said gently.


    “Calm down?!” She let out a hystericalugh. “How am I supposed to calm down after this?”


    How could she possibly stay calm?


    Her voice shook with rage as she demanded, “Where are my clothes?!”


    All she wanted now was to bolt from his house—the farther away, the better.


    William sighed, pinching the space between his brows. He pointed toward a clothes rack outside the room. “Right there. Your blouse’s cor was torn… and you threw up on it, so I washed it.”


    Hanging neatly on the rack was her outfit fromst night — cor ripped, fabric wrinkled.


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    After bringing Ste homest night, everything had been perfectly normal — at first. But just before dawn, right as he was about to leave her to rest, she suddenly started vomiting without warning. She soiled not only her own clothes but also his bed sheets… and even his pajamas.


    Left with no other choice, he had carried her out to the sofa, stripped all the dirty linens, and reced everything before gently moving her back to the bedroom.


    William’s calm exnationnded like a hammer in Ste’s chest, leaving herpletely speechless. So… her clothes had only been changed because they were covered in vomit. But then, a new question shot through her mind… who changed her clothesst night?


    William seemed to read her confusion. “I called Rita over to help. She changed your clothes. She only left thirty minutes ago.”


    He had taken the opportunity to grab a quick shower during the break—otherwise, the stench of vomit clinging to him was making it hard to breathe.


    Now, he lifted a hand to the fresh red p mark on his cheek, then motioned toward a messy pile of bed sheets on the floor beside the washing machine. “Ste… do you really think I’d do something like that?” His tone was calm, but there was hurt flickering in his eyes. “If you don’t believe me, check the sheets yourself—they’re still unwashed.”


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