NovelEnglishChapter 223 The memory of their recent kiss lingered in Rupert's mind, adding a new depth to his gaze.
Sylvia felt a shiver down her spine under his intense stare, instinctively looking up at him.
Rupert's eyes traced her face before settling on her lips, still warm from their encounter. He swallowed hard, his throat moving with the effort.
"There's only one way to keep that mouth of yours quiet," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. The implication was crystal clear, and Sylvia couldn't help but understand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut then, realization dawned on her, and anger flashed in her eyes. "You tricked me! You didn't drink at all. There's no smell of alcohol on you." "Smart girl, but... a bit too late," Rupert replied, glancing down to where he stood.
It hit Sylvia then-he had slipped into the house unnoticed during the commotion, and before she could react, he had calmly shut the door.
"Jerk!" she exclaimed, grabbing the keys from the table and hurling them at him. To her surprise, they hit his shoulder dead on.
Rupert winced, his shoulder instinctively hunching as if to protect itself. Sylvia's anger gave way to concern, and she quickly stepped up to him, pulling at his jacket to check his shoulder.
As her fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt, she felt something unusual. Her hand recoiled, revealing a crimson stain on her fingertips.
Blood.
She had thought Rupert had just scraped himself, but who stands around bleeding while bantering? "Rupert..." she started, but the words were barely out when he leaned heavily on her again.
With no other option, she helped him over to the couch, then hurried to the cabto fetch the first aid kit. Engrossed in her search, she didn't notice the rustling behind her. When she turned back with the kit in hand, Rupert had already shrugged off his jacket, struggling to lift one arm to unbutton his shirt.
Despite herself, Sylvia couldn't help but admire the sight. The black shirt clung to his lean frame, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Every movement emphasized the taut muscles beneath, Noticing her gaze, Rupert paused and raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see? Chere." Sylvia snapped her eyes away, feeling caught. "Just say what you want." She wasn't about to walk into his trap. Who knew what he was planning? She placed the first aid kit on the coffee table, only to find Rupert suddenly close.
The unexpected proximity made her stumble backward.
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With his uninjured hand, Rupert caught her waist, pulling her closer and enveloping her hand with his. Sylvia struggled but couldn't break free as he guided her hand to his tie. "Helpwith this." She hesitated, unsure. "I don't know how."
"I'll teach you," Rupert said, guiding her fingers over the tie slowly m loosening buntil it fell to the floor between them. Then, with her hand still in his, he moved it to the top button of his et
shirt. When her fingers brushed his skin, he swallowed again, his eyes' I gleaming softly as he looked at her...
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