Chater 4 "Then forget it." Theo's voice was low, cutting through the air with an icy finality.

Adrian instantly closed his mouth. Without another word, he hurried to open the car door, his movements sharp and efficient.

By the time Benson staggered home, it was already night. He stumbled through the door, clearly drunk, and started yelling the moment he crossed the threshold.

"Where's Sierra? Didn't she come to apologize yet? Tell her to make me my special hangover remedy!"

It wasn't long before the housekeeper emerged from another part of the house.

"Young Mr. Gray, Ms. Shaw isn't here," she said politely.

Benson froze, a frown of disbelief settling on his face. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the messages he'd sent Sierra earlier, instructing her to have his hangover remedy ready. No reply.

Well, well, well. So Sierra dared to ignore him.

His fury simmered beneath the surface, and with a sharp motion, he flung his phone onto the bed, his expression darkening.

The housekeeper, sensing the storm brewing in his mood, spoke cautiously. "Young Mr. Gray, would you like me to prepare the hangover remedy instead?"

"No! Get out!" Benson snapped, his voice sharp and cutting.

slipped out of the room, closing the door

the next morning, the sharp tang of freshly sprayed disinfectant in the hospital room made her wrinkle her nose in

the room's brightness, she blinked a few times before noticing a tall figure standing

her, and a flicker of hope sparked in her

"Benson?"

man by the window froze at the sound of her voice. Slowly, he turned to face her,

in behind him, his features were cast

only amplified

in the full view of his face, the faint hope in her eyes vanished in an instant. Her already pale complexion

Why is

It was Theo-Benson's uncle.

see me?" His voice was cool and edged with

his tall frame towering over her as he approached the bed. The shadow he cast felt both overwhelming and

a conflicted mix of respect and fear toward him. She

mistook you for someone else,"

this is the second time you've

cut through the air, cold and laced with

thoughts drifted back to the first time she

She had gone there looking for Benson and had spotted a young man

was even wearing the same style of white

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