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    Watching him sip only a little, Lena’s chest pinched with disappointment. She didn’t press it, nodded politely, and left the study.


    Even a small sip, however, would do its work.


    As expected, within thirty minutes, William’s head began to spin and his energy faded, making it hard to concentrate.


    Luca, noticing William’s difort, knew he hadn’t fully recovered and didn’t want him pushing too hard. “Mr. Briggs, you look pale. Do you want to rest?”<fnf123> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on f?ndnovel</fnf123>


    William rubbed his temples and nodded. “Yeah. I’m probably just tired. Take me to my room.”


    He knew Ste would be upset if she returned to find him exhausted, and for her sake, he allowed himself the rare concession.


    Luca was surprised at how willingly he consented, ustomed as he was to his relentless drive.


    As he wheeled the man to the master bedroom, he couldn’t help but think how lucky William was, having someone like Ste by his side—someone who softened even the hardest edges of his life.


    Lena had been quietly keeping tabs on what was going on in the study. The moment she saw Luca pushing William toward the bedroom, a spark of excitement flickered in her chest.


    She didn’t rush. Timing was everything, and she wasn’t about to blow it. William had been going over some documents earlier, and now that he was in bed, Luca had to take them back to thepany.


    As soon as he left, Lena saw her chance. The coast was clear. Grabbing a ss of water, Lena slipped into the master bedroom without a sound.


    William was lying there, his brows slightly furrowed even in sleep.


    He looked uneasy, as if he were caught in a restless dream. The meds were still in his system, making him look a little softer than usual. The hard edge he always carried was gone, and, strangely enough, it made him even more striking. Lena’s heart started to race. She set the water down gently on the nightstand and sat beside the bed, just staring at him. Her fingers trembled as the urge to touch him built in her chest.


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    Right as her fingertips were about to brush his cheek, his eyes flew open. Lena jumped back, almost letting out a squeal, but she bit down on her lip just in time.


    Even though his eyes were hazy from the meds, they were still sharp—watchful, even.


    He noticed how close she was immediately. The way her hand hovered above his face didn’t sit right with him. His gaze turned icy. “What the hell are you doing here?”


    Lena jerked her hand back, heart pounding, but she forced a sweet, innocent smile. “Mr. Briggs, you’re awake. I thought you looked ufortable, so I brought you some water. I was just worried.”


    The words sounded weak even to her. Her eyes darted nervously, like she already knew he wasn’t buying it.


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