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    The words caught Ste off guard, stealing the reply from her lips.


    She understood his intentions, but in what role did he ce himself in her life? They were not lovers. Their bond was limited to that of superior and subordinate.


    Whenever he involved himself this way, she ended up cornered and uneasy.


    While the two spoke, Marc sat listening, each word tearing at him until he felt hollow.


    Overwhelmed, he suddenly lurched forward from his seat and copsed to his knees with a dull thud only a few steps away from Ste.


    The sudden outburst startled both Ste and William, leaving them momentarily frozen.


    “Stel, forgive me. I was wrong—horribly wrong!” Marc sank to his knees in front of her, his face still bearingst night’s bruises and the fresh imprint of a p, the picture of misery.


    His words rasped from his throat. “I acted like a fool, lower than a beast. I never should have schemed against you or slipped that drug into your drink. It was madness, nothing more. But, Stel, I beg you to believe me—I only wanted a chance to begin again with you!”


    Regret filled his eyes as he searched her face. “Please, Stel, just this once, forgive me for everything. Think of our history, think of my grandfather. Give me one chance to set things right. I swear I will never cross you again. Please, I’m begging for your forgiveness!”


    Marc stayed on his knees, begging. His figure looked pitiful, nothing like the proud man he once paraded himself to be.


    Ste regarded his tearful disy with nothing but scorn, the irony of it all twisting in her chest.


    Forgive him?


    Could a handful of sorrowful words ever wipe away what he had done?


    Ste’s tone carried the chill of winter. “Marc, stop pretending. Your crying and apologies mean nothing to me.”


    Marc raised his head slowly, despair clouding his expression. “I don’t expect your true forgiveness. I know I’ve lost that right. But, Stel, I beg you. When my grandpa wakes, if he asks about what happenedst night, please tell him you’ve forgiven me. I can’t let him be upset again.” His only concern now was sparing Truett from anger.


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    He bent lower at Ste’s feet, his tear-streaked face lifted toward her with desperation. “The doctor warned us that if Grandpa survives this ordeal, he can’t bear another shock. Please, have pity. Say it was nothing more than me drinking too much, losing control, and that you’ve already forgiven me.”


    The sight of Marc on his knees, pleading before so many eyes, left Ste briefly taken aback.<fn183d> Find the newest release on FindN0vel</fn183d>


    He had always clung to his pride.


    Ste sensed the performance behind his every word.


    Yet the mention of Truett unsettled her. His health was the one thing weighing on her more than anything else.


    If not for Truett’s condition, she would never have lingered there for hours.


    Ste’s body grew taut with unease. Marc’s ruin meant nothing to her, and her hatred for him remained unshaken, yet she could not turn away from Truett’s life hanging in the bnce.


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