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    William gave a small smile, his voice calm butced with knowing. “I know it’s a fake. The real one’s with you, right?”<fndcf6> Discover more novels at find(?)ovel</fndcf6>


    Ste was even more stunned.


    “You…” she started, but he cut in gently. “Do you remember, when you were little, saving a boy at the beach?”


    Her eyes widened. The beach? A flood of memories came rushing back—sunlight, waves, a kid in trouble. She looked at William, stunned.


    “Wait… you were that boy?!”


    She’d met a young boy at the beach once, but that was so long ago, the memory had faded around the edges.


    William nodded. “I wasn’t really conscious back then, but I do remember… seeing you. And that thing you were wearing.”


    All these years, he’d been searching for the girl who’d saved him—the girl marked by that small, unforgettable detail.


    Ste had never imagined he would remember something like that. To her, it had just been a moment, a quick decision to help. She never thought it would stay with him so deeply.


    “You know how people always joked that I had a cherished ideal in my heart?” William said suddenly, his tone shifting to something more serious.


    Ste blinked. “Wait—don’t tell me… you meant me?”


    It sounded a little ridiculous when she said it out loud—but William nodded without hesitation. “Yeah. I meant you.”


    William’s lips tugged into a faint, almost unnoticeable smile.


    He wasn’t the type to give his heart away easily. Honestly, when he first started looking for that girl from his childhood, it wasn’t about love—it was just about saying “thank you,” settling a debt he felt he owed.


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    But things changed. Over time, he genuinely fell for Ste. Sure, she turned out to be the girl from back then, but that part was just a coincidence.


    “Stel,” he said quickly, like he couldn’t wait another second, “don’t think I’m only with you because of gratitude. I was already falling for you—even before I knew for sure you were that little girl.”


    He spoke in a rush, afraid she’d get the wrong idea and misunderstand where his feelings were reallying from.


    Ste’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat.


    William, caught up in his own thoughts, didn’t notice. He kept talking. “I know your memory of me might be a little fuzzy, and that’s fine. But I need to say this, so you don’t ever doubt me again—not because of the whole cherished ideal thing, or anything else.”


    Their childhood? That was long gone. What mattered was now.


    “I remember that little girl being really sweet. She kept checking on me, all worried that something bad was going to happen. But I’d swallowed too much water to really hear what she was saying.”


    Ste’s breathing grew shaky. A soft flush crept up her cheeks as old, hazy memories started to sharpen into focus.


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