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    Sometimes, she arrived before Ste finished work, delivering the food directly to William’s room.


    Seeing him there—frail, yet still undeniably handsome—made her heart flutter. Once, Lena had found William intimidating, his presence powerful andmanding. But now, illness had softened him. The hard edges were gone, reced by a quiet, fragile elegance that stirred something deep within her.


    As she carefully arranged the meal, her voice took on a gentler tone. “Mr. Briggs, today’s soup is squab consommé. Very nourishing. Try it—see if it suits your taste.”


    William gave a slight nod, his voice detached. “Thanks. Sorry for the inconvenience.”


    His eyes, however, never wavered from the doorway. He was waiting for Ste to appear.


    Even in Ste’s absence, his gaze carried a quiet warmth and anticipation that he had never shown Lena.


    Before long, Ste walked in with her bag hanging from her shoulder, a gentle smile lighting up her face. The instant William spotted her, his expression softened, like winter ice yielding to spring.


    Lena noticed, a sharp pang of jealousy tightening inside her.


    She had brought him meals on several asions, yet his replies to her never strayed past a handful of clipped words. Always just a “thank you” or a polite apology.


    She couldn’t help but wonder if William’sck of interest was because of Ste. If she had arrived a little earlier, would William have spoken more? After all, sitting quietly in a hospital room could hardly be considered entertaining. Maybe she could have shared a few stories or cracked a joke to break the silence.


    So, during her next few visits, Lena made sure to arrive while Ste was still tied up at work, hoping it might give her a chance to draw William into a real conversation.


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    “Mr. Briggs, you and Ste share such a beautiful bond. Honestly, it’s something worth admiring.”


    That afternoon, Lena turned up an hour earlier than usual, slipping the words in casually as she arranged the food on the table.


    At her remark, William’s lips lifted into the faintest smile, his silence speaking louder than any reply.


    Encouraged, Lena continued, “Ste’s truly fortunate to have someone like you by her side.”


    This time, William broke his silence, his tone gentle yet sincere. “I’m the fortunate one.”


    Those simple words crushed whatever illusions Lena had been holding onto. His heart was fixed on Ste, and his gaze left no room for doubt.<fne815> Read full story at findnovel</fne815>


    Even though William was exceptional in every way, he still believed it was Ste who made him fortunate.


    A wave of disappointment swept over Lena, but as her eyes lingered on William’s striking features, that sorrow twisted into unwillingness and envy. She yearned for someone that extraordinary to care for her with the same devotion.


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