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    He carried her out of the private room,pletely unconcerned about how obvious it looked.


    The air outside felt noticeably fresher. Then a thought struck her and she stiffened again. “Will the waiter smell anything from inside?”


    He looked at her like she’d asked something ridiculous. “Have you been watching too many TV dramas? How strong do you think it is?”


    It wasn’t like the room was sealed shut. There were windows and venttion.


    Her face burned with embarrassment and frustration. How was she supposed to know? It wasn’t like she had experience with things like this.


    She lowered her head and decided to stop talking altogether.


    Her sulking seemed to amuse him instead.


    In the car, Ste stared out at the passing streets, brows knitted together, lost in her thoughts.


    William nced at her. “Not satisfied earlier?”


    She snapped back to reality, mortified. “I can’t help reacting in the moment. But once it’s over, it’s over. Please stop bringing it up.”


    Her pride could only take so much.


    He looked away, his mood darkening again.


    She noticed it, of course. But she didn’t have the strength to coax him.


    Besides, she knew better by now. Trying to cate him usually only made things worse.


    So she closed her eyes and pretended not to notice.


    Even with her eyes shut, the memories reyed over and over.


    And the more she thought about it, the clearer something became.


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    This hadn’t happened just once. And somewhere along the way, her resistance had weakened.


    She still remembered the first time he forced himself on her. The humiliation. The despair. It had felt like drowning.


    But after it happened again and again, the sharp edge of that pain had dulled.


    What scared her most was that her body responded on its own.


    She understood her needs as a grown woman. But he was her enemy. The one who had shattered her happiness.


    So why did she feel anything at all?


    For a moment, Ste hated herself.


    She hated her wavering resolve. Hated that she hadn’t pushed him away harder.


    Lost in those thoughts, she wished she could disappear altogether, unable to face this version of herself.


    The moment the car stopped at the gates of Riverside Estates, Ste shoved the door open and got out. She didn’t look back once as she rushed upstairs, went straight into her room, and locked the door behind her.


    That night, she never came out.


    Tasha noticed and couldn’t help worrying.


    She warmed a cup of milk, went upstairs, and knocked.


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