The Wife He Should Never Have Let Go Novel - Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402: William barely looked fazed. He tossed a sideways glance at Steven and scoffed, "Lightweight." Jewell sat nearby, quietly checking his nearly-dead phone. "It's late," he said, glancing at the time. "We should head out." William glanced at his watch but didn't move. "You take him home first." Jewell blinked. "I don't even know where he lives." They'd only met twice. Carrying him home felt like crossing some invisible line. But William didn't seem to care. "I'll send you the address." Jewell realized he was serious. Jewell sighed in defeat.

With no other choice, he got up, slung Steven's half-conscious body over his shoulder, and trudged toward the door. Just as he reached the door, Jewell turned and looked back at William. "You want me to come back and pick you up later?" Given the state William was in, Jewell seriously doubted he'd get home on his own. But William shook his head, eyes dull. "No. Thanks, but I'll be fine." After Jewell and Steven left, William didn't linger much longer. Less than half an hour later, he finally stood up, shrugged on his coat, and walked out into the night.

When the car pulled up in front of Riverside Villas, all the lights inside were off. The whole place looked cold. Empty. Like no one lived there. And for a split second, William just sat in the car, staring at those dark windows... feeling like the loneliest man in the world. To everyone else, he was William Briggs-the sharp, unstoppable CEO of Briggs Group. Always in control. Always one step ahead. galnσνels.c○m hosts fresh updates But even powerful men have weak moments. Even they want somewhere to belong. He killed the engine, stepped out, and walked inside in silence.

The house was pitch black. He didn't bother turning on the lights. Upstairs, he stopped in front of Stella's door. Just stood there in the dark, his hand resting on the doorknob. Five minutes passed. Maybe ten. Then, finally, he turned it and pushed the door open. Moonlight spilled across the room, casting a soft silver glow. Stella lay on the bed, sound asleep. Her breathing was calm, even. The faint scent of her shower gel lingered in the air-fresh, clean, oddly soothing. Drawn by something he couldn't name, William stepped closer. She didn't stir. Had no idea someone else had entered.

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. Or maybe it was just her. The way she looked asleep-peaceful, warm, untouchable. He slipped off his coat, lifted the edge of the blanket, and slid into bed beside her. The mattress dipped under his weight. That was when she woke up. Startled, Stella flinched hard. Her eyes shot open, panic rising in her chest. . . .