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.

the housekeeper turned and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind

freshly sprayed disinfectant in the hospital room made her wrinkle her nose in

blinked a few times before noticing

swept over her, and a flicker of hope

"Benson?"

sound of her voice. Slowly, he turned

streaming in behind him, his features were cast

faint shadows beneath his eyes only amplified the natural

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

Why is it

It was Theo-Benson's uncle.

me?" His voice was

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

harbored a conflicted mix of respect and fear toward him. She forced herself to remain calm, though her stiff expression

I just mistook you for someone else," she

second time you've

air, cold and laced

thoughts drifted back to the

ago, at the Gray Manor. She had gone there looking for Benson and had spotted a young man standing in the garden with his back

strikingly similar to Benson's, and he was even wearing the same style of white loungewear

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