Chapter 1480:


    “Ms. Russell, it’s me. Are you sleeping?”


    Ste was curled under the nket, her face pressed into a pillow already damp.


    At the sound of Tasha’s voice, her shoulders twitched. “I’m awake,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What’s wrong?”


    Tasha softened instantly. “You didn’te downstairs earlier. I thought you might not be feeling well, so I brought you some milk. Try to drink a little before sleeping, alright?”


    Tasha was one of the few people in the house she feltfortable having around.


    But Ste couldn’t bring herself to move. “No, thank you. I don’t want any.”


    That only made Tasha more worried.


    Ste hade back with William, yet she’d rushed upstairs alone.


    Whatever had happened, the tension was hard to miss.


    Tasha opened her mouth to say more, then hesitated.


    Before she could decide, footsteps approached from the study. William stopped when he saw her outside the room. “What’s going on?” he asked.


    “I brought Ms. Russell some milk,” Tasha said. “She won’t drink it. I’m worried she might be sick.”


    Sick?


    William frowned. What could it be this time?


    She’d shut herself in her room the second she got out of the car, locking the door behind her. Anyone watching would think she’d been brought back to be doted on.


    With this thought, William took the mug from Tasha and knocked on the door forcefully. “Ste, open the door.”


    Tasha flinched. She was about to say it was okay if Ste didn’t want it.


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    Toote. Nothing she said now would change anything.


    Ste froze at his voice, her heart racing.


    She wasn’t in any mood to deal with him.


    “I’m tired,” she answered from inside. “I want to sleep. I don’t want milk.”


    She rarely stood up to him, but this time, she wouldn’t budge.


    The more she pushed back, the stronger the urge rose in him to press down harder until she was totally subdued.


    His voice dropped, cold and t. “I’ll say it onest time. Open the door.”


    Ste swallowed. She knew better than to hope he would respect her wish.


    She dragged herself out of bed and unlocked the door. Standing there, pale and unsteady, she took the mug from his hand without a word and drank it down in one go.


    She handed it back. “Is that all? I’m really tired.”


    William studied her more closely. Her eyes were red,shes clumped together, faint tear marks still visible on her cheeks.


    Had she been crying the whole time?


    The thought irritated him. He couldn’t see what she had to cry about.


    Could it be because of the incident at the restaurant?


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