(Ryan's POV)I watched Alpha Steel's face darken after Miss Snow left. His jaw was clenched tight, and I could practically feel the dangerous Alpha energy radiating from him."Alpha Steel," I said carefully, "you always said you wanted to handle the discharge procedures yourself. Miss Snow didn't suggest that."His golden eyes flashed with irritation. "What's your point, Ryan?"I took a breath, knowing I was walking on thin ice. "I'm just saying, Miss Snow never intended to confess why she was bringing you food. You're the one who pushed for answers."Aaron's expression grew even darker. But I pressed on, emboldened by our recent interactions."If you want to keep seeing Miss Snow, maybe you shouldn't be so direct about everything. Sometimes being too transparent pushes people away."Aaron fell silent, which I took as a good sign. At least he was considering my advice."Think about it," I continued. "She came every day. She cooked for you personally. That has to mean something,
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