CHAPTER FOURTY-TWO:
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AS we entered Sir Nick's room, I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us. He was still disoriented from the alcohol, and his usual composed demeanor had faded. I helped him to the edge of his bed, my heart racing.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to gauge his condition.
He didn't respond right away, his gaze drifting. Then suddenly, he turned to me, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Miss..." he said softly, his voice low and a bit slurred. "You really are here for me, aren't you?"
I nodded, unsure of where this was heading. "Of course, Sir Nick. I'm always here to help you."
Then, in a surprising move, he leaned closer, his hand gently grasping my wrist. "You're different, Miss. You actually care."
Before I could respond, he leaned in a
