NovelEnglishChapter 13
She vomited all over Rupert's brand-new suit, and his brow furrowed instantly. Eventually, when nothing but bile
was left, she leaned weakly against the car. Orson hurried over, extending his hand, "Mr. Garcia, letassist
Ms. Lloyd."
Rupert simply shrugged off his jacket, "No need."
Despite his clear disgust at Sylvia, he still picked her up and carried her into the house.
Sylvia was taken straight to the bathroom, and as soon as she was perched on the countertop, he began to
remove her vomit-stained clothes. "Stop! No!"
Sylvia tried to push him away, but her weak state was no match for him.
Rupert expressionlessly stripped off her clothes, revealing the marks from the previous night under the harsh
light.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAshamed, Sylvia tried to fend him off, but he caught her wrist. Rupert's palm was unnervingly hot.
As Sylvia looked up, she met his increasingly intense gaze. He didn't give her a chance to resist, opening her
knees and moving closer to her body. Instinctively, she shuddered, her whole body rejecting Rupert.
Rupert frowned, grabbing a towel from the stack on the sink to dry his hands, casually saying, "I'm not interested
in a woman who's just thrown up." Hearing this, Sylvia almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then she collapsed
into Rupert's arms, as if all her strength had drained away.
Rupert looked at her pale face, her forehead beading with cold sweat, utterly weak.
"Still feeling sick?"
Sylvia nodded, barely able to muster the energy to speak.
Rupert's voice was deep, "Useless."
Sylvia couldn't speak, only feeling dizzy and nauseous, her body sagging further.
She had no illusions about Rupert's kindness.
But she was so tired, so uncomfortable.
Suddenly, she felt the warm temperature on her cheeks; a warm towel brushed her cheek, then her body,
soothing enough to make her involuntarily nuzzle into it.
The towel paused. Above her, a dangerous voice said, "I'll let you off today."
Then, Sylvia felt lighter, as Rupert carried her to the bed.
When she cto, Rupert had a bowl of broth prepared by the servants in his hand.
His long fingers stirred the broth, his handsface shadowed, his eyes downcast, his gaze inscrutable. Though
his actions seemed tender, they were tinged with a dominating aggressiveness. Sylvia knew Rupert didn't really
care about her; she was just not allowed to die yet.
As she regained her strength, a spoonful of broth cto her lips. She hesitated, then opened her mouth, but
before she could taste it, Rupert's phone rang.
It was Bridget. The call connected and Bridget's sobs came.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Rupert, help me. Someone online is saying | was the one who drugged you last night, calling me...shameless,
promiscuous. What should | do? | feel like I'm being stalked, I'm so scared." Rupert listened to Bridget, his icy
gaze falling on Sylvia. His slightly furrowed brow showed a trace of severity.
That was it. He believed Sylvia was responsible.
"I'll be there."
Only towards Bridget did Rupert's tone soften.
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