A soft sound stirred Brittany from her sleep. She instinctively grabbed her blanket, covering her body, wanting to doze off again.
As she was drifting back to sleep, Brittany realized she was not on a couch but on a soft bed. She jolted upright, finding herself in a familiar room. Didn't she fall asleep at the hospital last night? How did she get back? Was it Lionel Chester who brought her back?
Feeling refreshed after a night's sleep, Brittany threw off the covers and got out of bed. As she stepped out of her bedroom, she heard noises from the kitchen.
"Lionel?"
Brittany assumed it was Lionel. She quickened her steps towards the kitchen only to stop at the door, stunned by the sight.
It was William in a white knitted top with matching trousers, stirring something in a pot. The aroma was intoxicating.
He was as gentle as ever, exuding an undeniable aristocratic air.
"William, when did you get back?"
Brittany was surprised to see William back, especially under those circumstances.
William took a glass of milk from the fridge, heated it up for Brittany, and walked over to her. "I haven't been back to Imperial City for some time. Plus, my cousin is getting married soon. It seems right to come home."
Feeling a little guilty for not welcoming him and having him send her home, Brittany apologized, "I'm sorry, I was too busy yesterday. I didn't know you were coming back."
William shook his head, "It's okay. You wash up. After breakfast, I'll drive you to work."
"Okay," Brittany said, putting down the milk.
By the time Brittany finished washing up, William had breakfast ready.
Over the years, William had become adept at using his prosthetic limb. He walked as naturally as anyone else. He was always a confident and resilient man, never minding the occasional curious glance.
But Brittany couldn't help picturing him running on the basketball court.
"William, thank you for last night," Brittany said as she approached the dining table.
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