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    Was he dealing with the endless business affairs he always seemed to have, or was he brooding over what had happened during the month he’d disappeared?


    For some reason, Ste sensed that William, in his own way, was just as trapped as she was.


    But she quickly dismissed the thought as absurd. How could he be trapped? He was the one in control.


    Late that night, Ste tossed and turned in bed, the sensation of falling and those chaotic memories haunting her as soon as she closed her eyes.


    Whenever she was about to drift off, William’s cold, emotionless eyes would appear, only to be reced by Marc’s gentle gaze the next second.


    After some time, she finally fell into a restless sleep, only to be jolted awake by a loud crash.


    It came from the adjacent room—like something heavy hitting the floor, apanied by a muffled growl.


    Ste sat up abruptly, her heart pounding.


    She steadied her breathing, and the sound came again, clearer this time, followed by shattering ss.


    It was William.


    Ste suddenly remembered Tasha mentioning how William had lost control and destroyed the studyst time.


    Without thinking, Ste threw off the covers, scrambled out of bed, and ran barefoot into the hallway, not bothering with slippers.


    The corridor was dark except for a sliver of light escaping from beneath William’s bedroom door.


    She tiptoed toward it, the noise growing clearer and more violent with every step.


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    Ste stopped outside William’s room, gripping the doorframe tightly.


    This time, she hadn’t anticipated his door being slightly ajar.


    After taking several deep breaths, she slowly pushed it open, and the sight before her made her gasp.


    The bedroom looked like a war zone. Expensive vasesy shattered across the floor, the coffee table sprawled upside down, and books and documents littered every surface.


    William stood at the center of the destruction, his back turned to her, hands braced against the bedside table, his shoulders rising and falling with violent, ragged breaths.


    His loungewear hung askew, exposing the corded muscles of his neck.


    Even from behind, she could see his hair stood in wild disarray, as if he’d torn his fingers through it again and again.


    “William…”


    His name caught in Ste’s throat, barely a whisper.


    Before she could say more, William spun around and locked his gaze on her.


    Their eyes met, and a gasp nearly escaped her lips.


    His eyes werepletely bloodshot, angry red veins spider-webbing across the whites in a horrifying pattern. No trace of reason remained in those dark pupils—only raw, untamed chaos.


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