“Move aside.” William Clark didn’t look at him again and said flatly, “You’re blocking the light.”

Andrew Bennett had been standing in front of the bedside lamp. Hearing this, he quickly stepped aside. “Sorry.”

The two didn’t speak again—there wasn’t much left to say.

Andrew Bennett scratched his head. “Well… I won’t disturb your rest. I’ll wait outside.”

“……” William Clark paused, then replied indifferently, “Mm.”

The empty sofa was right there—was this guy blind?

Fine, don’t sit then.

Andrew Bennett walked a few steps, but couldn’t help stopping. “Um, those rumors outside… are they true?” This question had bothered him all night. Was it possible that William Clark’s attitude toward him was really, as the media reported, because William Clark was prejudiced against Omegas?

William Clark understood the question. “What do you think?”

He hadn’t expected Andrew Bennett to think that. If William Clark was prejudiced against Omegas, wouldn’t Andrew Bennett know best?

Andrew Bennett thought for a moment, then answered sincerely, “Judging from your music, I don’t think so.”

William Clark didn’t reply, nor did he refute it.

Andrew Bennett really left. Before leaving, he thanked him again and gently closed the door.

William Clark finally let out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had almost blurted out, “Why do you still listen to my songs?”

There was still a faint scent lingering in the room, left by Andrew Bennett. William Clark had already checked carefully just now—it was only the scent of the hotel’s shower gel. He hadn’t smelled any other Alpha’s scent on Andrew Bennett.

After a while, William Clark reopened the laptop he’d closed as soon as he entered.

He didn’t like being interrupted, even if he’d just been browsing Andrew Bennett’s Flow homepage.

Andrew Bennett zzV: Happy New Year!

The comments under this post had already surpassed ten thousand.

William Clark clicked in to take a look. As expected, many comments were wishing Andrew Bennett a happy birthday.

There were also many of his own “little asteroids” leaving messages there.

William Clark didn’t have a social media account. His fans must have finally found a breakthrough and were desperately trying to express their concern. William Clark read through some comments and finally found a link to a recorded stream.

This must be the replay that made Little Ethan laugh out loud in the car.

He opened the video. Andrew Bennett’s slightly drowsy face appeared on camera, looking very natural and relaxed, almost like a lover’s perspective: “Happy New Year, everyone. Thank you all for your wishes.”

As Andrew Bennett spoke, he adjusted the camera. He was wearing loose home clothes, and as the camera shook, a glimpse of his fair neck flashed across the screen.

William Clark only watched for a few seconds before closing the page.

That clip kept replaying the image of Andrew Bennett’s open collar at the door in his mind, and it took a long time for that intense longing to subside.

He wanted to bite.

Really wanted to.

Almost lost control.

It was now 12:02 a.m. on January 2nd.

It had been exactly two minutes since Andrew Bennett’s twenty-second birthday.

*

Little Ethan brought the room card in less than ten minutes. Andrew Bennett was so moved he almost wanted to cry. As soon as he entered, he saw that David Grant was still sound asleep.

Little Ethan immediately turned to tell Sarah Cooper that Brother Che was really too much—he’d rather leave such a delicious and fragile Omega waiting outside than let him in. He had no sense of pity at all.

Sarah Cooper genuinely felt her hairline receding: William Clark must be in the terminal stage of straight-A syndrome.

It’s just an ex-boyfriend, isn’t it?

In the morning, Sarah Cooper went to William Clark’s room. She didn’t press for details, just asked with concern, “Given your situation, should I mention it to Henry Foster?”

But William Clark said, “Say what? Tell Henry Foster that I’m the one who got dumped?”

Sarah Cooper: “……”

William Clark: “What’s with that look?”

Sarah Cooper composed her shocked expression. “Does Andrew Bennett have poor eyesight?”

“Our compatibility is too low.” William Clark’s expression was as calm as ever, betraying nothing. “After his secondary gender differentiation, he met an Alpha with a higher compatibility and got marked, that’s all.”

Sarah Cooper was startled. “No wonder you…”

No wonder William Clark had that attitude about the matter.

“Sigh, it’s not something he could control,” Sarah Cooper sighed, then quickly tried to move on. Suddenly, she remembered something and said in confusion, “Wait, Andrew Bennett was marked? But I’ve seen his entry records—he’s definitely single now.”

Every Omega who has been permanently marked will have their spouse information displayed during medical exams, but the entry medical records can’t be faked, unless—

Sarah Cooper realized, “I get it—unless he had the mark removal surgery.”

With today’s advanced technology, after a breakup, as long as they have the money, an Omega can go to the hospital and have the permanent mark removed.

So that was Sarah Cooper’s guess.

William Clark’s expression changed slightly. No wonder he hadn’t smelled any Alpha scent on Andrew Bennett last night.

Sarah Cooper said, “So what are you planning to do next—”

William Clark cut her off. “It’s over.”

Sarah Cooper: “……”

“That’s all.” William Clark said. “No need to mention it to Henry Foster.”