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    Ste gave her a faint smile and nodded. “Thanks, Tasha. I know he’s just… not himselftely. I won’t take it personally.”


    The night wore on.


    At midnight, Ste nced at the time and noticed the study lights were still on. William hadn’te out once.


    After a moment’s hesitation, she made her way downstairs, poured a ss of warm milk, and lightly knocked on his door.


    “I saw you’re still working,” she said softly. “So I brought you some milk. Coffee’s not great thiste—it’s better to give your stomach a break.”


    She stepped inside and ced the ss on his desk, meeting his eyes.


    William looked up from his papers, expression unreadable. “Ste… are you trying to please me today for some reason?”


    “I do have a reason,” she replied, her voice calm.


    He scoffed, already convinced she was trying to pull something. A sudden change in attitude like this? He didn’t buy it.


    “My reason is simple,” she said. “You won’t let me leave, so I’d rather make life a little easier—for both of us.”


    She didn’t want to argue every day or endure constant bullying.


    William’s hand clenched slightly around his pen.


    Then she added, almost as an afterthought, “Also, could you let Dr. Vance know? I’m ready to start the treatment to regain my memory.”


    And with that, she turned and left the room, not waiting for a response.


    William stared at the ss of milk long after she was gone, his mind in turmoil.


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    He’d spent so long hating her. But if there was no love left, where was the hatred evening from?


    After visiting the Carter family, the truth had started sinking in. She hadn’t faked her amnesia. She hadn’t chosen to forget their past—she simply… did.


    All this time, he’d been ming a woman who couldn’t remember loving him. The fire that had fueled his anger suddenly felt like embers. No spark, no heat.


    Still, he told himself not to let his guard down. Not just yet.


    His emotions twisted into a knot, pulling him in two directions. And as always, when William didn’t know what to feel, he fell back on the only thing he knew—indifference.


    That night, Stey in bed feeling a little more at ease. She’d done what she could. The rest… she’d take it one step at a time.


    The next morning, she came downstairs and spotted William leaving the master bedroom.


    For a second, she froze in surprise. Then she quickly pulled herself together. “Good morning.”


    She initiated the greeting, and William’s gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he coolly looked away, responding with a faint “Hmm.”


    After breakfast, as he got ready to head out, Ste sat calmly on the sofa, legs crossed. “I was thinking of going shopping with some friends today,” she said casually. “If it makes you nervous, I don’t mind if a bodyguard tags along.”


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