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Chapter 254

    "Who''s there?"


    "It''s me."


    Ronald''s voice came from outside the door.


    Ste, who had just rxed, felt her heart skip a beat again. "What''s up?"


    Ronald said, "The shower''s busted. Mind if I use yours for a quick rinse."


    Ste froze. ncing at the scarf in her hand, panic set in.


    "Just, just a sec," she stammered.


    Ignoring the pain in her legs, she hurried back to the bathroom to hide the scarf.


    Once everything was in ce, she opened the door.


    Ronald''s gaze flicked to the scarf still draped around her neck, curiosity sparking in his eyes.


    "Thought you were hitting the hay. What''s with the scarf?"


    Ste was at a loss for words.


    The scarf, it seemed, was determined to be the centerpiece of the night. Whoever had left those ring marks on her neck had ensured she wouldn''t dare go bare-necked for at least a week. Seeing Ste silent, Ronald reached out to unwrap the scarf.


    But Ste, nimble as a squirrel, leaped away.


    Ronald raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"


    "I''m cold."


    No matter how many times he''d ask, her answer would always be the same: "I''m cold."


    She couldn''t think of any other excuse.


    "Really cold, huh?" His voice softened, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not... hurt?"


    Ste''s breath hitched. Her mind, already in a fog,pletely froze at his words.


    "What? No, not at all."


    For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Ronald actually remembered.


    But that thought quickly dissolved.


    Every time he drank, he forgot everything that happened while he was wasted.


    And withst night''s reckless mix of booze and drug, how could he possibly remember? "Are you sure?"


    Ste nodded vigorously. "Yes. Look, I''m tired. You should go shower."


    She couldn''t keep talking to Ronald. Her heart couldn''t take it.


    Watching her flee like a rabbit and dive under the covers, Ronald''s smile deepened.


    "Don''t suffocate under there. It''s not good for you."


    With that, Ronald disappeared into the bathroom.


    Only when the sound of running


    water


    I the room did Ste dart


    peeked


    from under the covers.


    Oh, heavens. Was she really doomed to hide behind a scarf all week?


    And Ronald, with his relentless inquiries about the scarf, how long could she hold out? Once was nerve-wracking enough.


    Then there was Finley. Ste respected his medical skills, but his EQ was another story. The more you wanted to avoid a topic, the more he would poke and prod.


    She groaned inwardly, recalling the bruises she''d glimpsed in the mirror. What was she supposed to do?


    Maybe she could tell Ronald she


    ft


    head back to Ferrond


    ear homesickness for her


    mom


    and sister.


    But no, that wouldn''t fly. If her mom asked why, what could she say?


    "Oh, by the way, I slept with your son."


    The thought alone made her stomach churn. Would her mom disown her?


    Ste''s head was spinning.


    The bathroom door swung open, and Ronald''s voice broke through, "Star, what''s this?" "Huh?"


    Confused, Ste tossed aside the covers and looked at Ronald.


    Seeing the scarf she''d hidden now in his hands, Ste''s mind went nk.
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