Chapter 0091
Serenaâs POV
I flip over for what feels like the hundredth time, pulling at the sheets that are somehow both too heavy and too light.
My body is tired and aching for rest. But my mind just wonât stop racing.
A lot has happened today. From Max and Elena trying to sabotage my work to Calvinâs unexpected offer to help, everything just keeps swirling around in my head.
Frustrated, I throw off the covers and get out of bed. Maybe some mundane tasks. will help quiet my racing thoughts. I head to my desk and start sorting through the paperwork for my shop checking inventory lists, updating order statuses, and
reviewing supplier emails.
Itâs the kind of repetitive, boring work I usually dread, but tonight, itâs a welcome distraction.
Making jewelry now would only energize me further, tempting me to stay up until I perfect whatever piece I start on.
Instead, I focus on the numbers and forms in front of me, hoping theyâre boring enough to finally calm my busy mind.
The monotony does the trick. As I shuffle through the papers and jot down notes, my eyes begin to feel heavy.
The tension in my shoulders eases, and the endless stream of thoughts begins to
slow down.
Each item on the inventory list starts to blur as sleepiness takes over, gently pulling me toward the rest I so badly need.
Finally, with the papers still scattered across my desk, I manage to drift off to sleep.
But itâs only been an hour when a sharp knock at my door jerks me awake.
Still squinting, I rub the sleep from my eyes and grab the clock from my bedside table. âOkay, who the heck is knocking at 3 in the morning?â I grumble, annoyed and
groggy.
I shuffle to the door and peer through the peephole. Bill is swaying slightly, his hair disheveled and his clothes a bit askew.
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He leans against the doorframe, trying to steady himself, and even from here, I can tell heâs had too much to drink.
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My heart sinks as I watch Bill through the peephole, barely keeping himself upright.
âGreat,â I mutter under my breath. I hadnât expected to deal with this tonight, especially not with everything else thatâs been going on.
For a moment, I consider not opening the door, just letting him figure it out on his
own.
But then, I start to worry he looks like he might fall over if I leave him there. With a heavy sigh, I unlock the door. Here goes nothing.
Opening the door slightly, I keep the chain on for safety. Peering out, I see Bill struggling to focus his eyes on me. âBill, what are you doing here at this hour?â I ask.
Billâs words are slurred, his plea barely coherent. âI just want to talk, Serena. Please.â His eyes are pleading, looking for some kind of understanding.
I hesitate, eyeing him warily through the narrow opening of the door. âHow did you get here? Please donât tell me you drove like this,â I ask.
âI took a cab. I knew youâd hate it if I drove drunk,â he says, managing a weak smile. He looks up at me and says, âJust give me five minutes, Serena. Please, let me explain.â
I pause for a moment, considering his request. Then I press my lips together, firm but not unkind. âThree minutes, Bill. Make it quick,â I say.
Bill nods quickly. âOkay. Thatâs all I need,â he says as he takes a deep breath,
Iâm not sure what Bill could say to change anything, especially in this state. But he looks desperate, almost broken, and part of me is worried about whatâs brought him to my doorstep so late.
I shrug, watching as Bill just stands there, not saying anything. âCome on, Bill, you said you needed to talk. Iâm not standing here all night,â I say to him.
Bill finally speaks up, his eyes searching mine for something I canât quite pinpoint. âI just want to askâ¦â He pauses, seeming to struggle with his words.
Then, he looks at me directly. âAre you done trying to hurt me, Serena?â
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I furrow my brows, taken aback by his ques
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