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    “I don’t remember what happened in the past,” Ste said, meeting his gaze. “But from what was said just now, I know you helped me before. May I know your name?”


    She stood there, open, earnest, almost disarmingly sincere.


    Rutherford felt a quiet frustration stir in his chest. William had truly crossed a line.


    “My name is Rutherford,” he said gently. “If you ever need anything, you cane to me.”


    He pulled out a business card and handed it to her before leaving the restaurant.


    Ste remained on the same spot after Rutherford left, the card clenched lightly in her hand, her thoughts drifting.


    Steven and Jewell stepped out of the private room together.


    Steven spotted Ste standing in the corridor, clearly lost in her own head. His scalp prickled. This felt like running into trouble squared.


    “You should go in,” he said. “If you don’t, William’s going to lose it.”


    Ste snapped back to attention and looked at them. “Why are you out here?”


    Jewell flicked her forehead yfully. “He got angry and kicked us out.”


    Ste frowned. “If I go in now, won’t he just be even angrier?”


    Walking straight into the storm didn’t sound appealing.


    “No,” Steven said firmly. “You’re the only person who can calm him down. Be smart about it. If you manage to soothe him, it helps you and it helps us. Go on, he’s waiting.”


    He wasn’t asking her to humble herself or beg.


    It was simply the best option they had.


    Jewell patted Ste’s shoulder, clearly on the same page. “When you have time, we can start the therapy to recover your memories. Just have your housekeeper call me.”


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    Therapy. The word tugged at Ste’s thoughts.


    She had almost forgotten about the memory recovery process after everything that had happened over the past few days.


    Once they were gone, Ste stayed where she was, staring at the closed door. She inhaled slowly, then reached for the handle and eased it open.


    She had barely stepped inside when something shot toward her.


    She reacted on instinct, twisting away.


    A sharp crash followed. Porcin exploded against the wall, fragments skittering across the floor.


    “So you’re done chatting with other men?” William’s voice cut through the room. “Why bothering back? Leave.”


    Ste pressed her lips together. If he truly meant it, she would have dly turned around.


    But she knew better. Leaving now would only feed the fire.


    She shut the door and spoke gently. “I only thanked him for helping in the past. That’s all. I don’t remember my past. I just didn’t want to seem ungrateful.”


    She watched him carefully, choosing each word.


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