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    Tasha gathered herself and knocked. “Mr. Briggs… are you alright?”


    “Leave.”


    The word came through the door thick with rage, unrestrained.


    Tasha hesitated, not sure how to proceed.


    Ste understood her dilemma. Tasha was just a maid and was bound to obey orders.


    Ste gave her arm a gentle squeeze. “Go back. I’ll handle it.”


    Tasha couldn’t allow it. She shook her head. “Miss, he’s not in a good state—”


    “He just threw something hard enough to shatter it,” Ste said quietly. “If no one goes in, he might hurt himself.”


    She didn’t understand her own reaction. Minutes ago, she’d been furious with him.


    Yet now, the thought of him alone in that room unsettled her.


    There was no time to ponder it. She reached for the handle, opened the door, and cautiously leaned inside.


    Only a single floormp was on, its yellow light barely holding back the darkness. The curtains were open. Moonlight spilled in, pale and cold, revealing the mess inside.


    The floor was a disaster. Shards of ss and ceramic were scattered everywhere.


    William had almost destroyed everything breakable in his room.


    Ste’s heart was pounding in her chest as she nced around the room, but she couldn’t find William anywhere. She swallowed. “William? Are you alright?”


    There was no response.


    She moved farther in, careful with her steps.


    His room was muchrger than hers, the space stretching out in front of her. She passed the small sofa near the entrance and headed toward the bed, intending to see if he was there.


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    Just then, a vice-like grip mped down on her wrist.


    She barely had time to gasp before the world spun. Her back hit the wall, and a cold hand closed around her throat, forcing her head up.


    “Didn’t I tell you to leave?” he said hoarsely. “Why are you still here?”


    William let out a low, rough sound, barely holding his anger in check. His eyes were red, fixed on her with a hostility that made it feel as if she were standing across from an enemy.


    Her heart mmed against her ribs, but she kept her voice level. “Tasha and I heard things breaking. We were worried, so I came to check on you.”


    Heughed, sharp and bitter. “Worried?” His grip tightened. “Shouldn’t you be wishing I’d die sooner? That way you and Marc could be together.”


    The thought of Marc having any ce in her life made something ugly twist inside him.


    Ste understood that too well. He had always believed she chose Marc over him.


    She held his furious gaze and spoke first. “William, even if you let me go, I would never go back to Marc.”


    He blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then suspicion crept in.


    “Because I slept with you?”


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