NovelEnglishChapter 236 Inside the car.
Bridget had already spotted Sylvia, and she deliberately took the opportunity to plant a kiss on Rupert right in front of her.
She wanted Sylvia to see clearly that just because they'd been to bed didn't mean anything significant-Bridget was Rupert's final choice.
But before her lips could touch Rupert's cheek, he raised his arm, blocking her advance.
Bridget was stunned for a few seconds, then her face turned to one of feigned hurt. "Mr. Rupert, what's wrong?" Rupert casually grabbed a tissue and wiped his sleeve where she'd brushed against it. "The lipstick doesn't suit you." Immediately, Bridget's face went pale. She instinctively pressed her lips together, her hands clutching tightly at her dress.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRupert gave her a sidelong glance. "What are you so nervous about?" Bridget, as if startled, forced herself to relax, though it was clear she was trying way too hard.
"Oh, nothing. Maybe I just had too many scones at tea time, and my stomach's a bit off. We are colleagues, after all, and I thought ssocializing was in order." "Oh? Here I was thinking I was the one in need of ssocializing," Rupert replied, tossing the tissue into the trash. His voice was low, almost a growl, suffocating the car's atmosphere to the point where Bridget found it hard to breathe.
She pressed her lips harder, smudging most of the bright lipstick, leaving a stark contrast between the remaining color and her pale lips.
Of course, nothing could be hidden from Rupert.
Even her inviting others for tea under his nhadn't escaped his notice.
Desperate to salvage the situation, Bridget said, "Mr. Rupert, we're engaged. I just wanted everyone to know how well you treat me. A little bit of feminine vanity is normal, right? It's harmless." "Vanity?" Rupert looked down, turning the ring on his thumb-a stark contrast of jade and red stone, cold yet menacing. "So the necklace around your neck is also part of your little vanity?" Bridget's hand shot up to cover the necklace, revealing her guilt.
"This, this is..." "Looks like the Simpson family's finances are bouncing back nicely. Seems like you won't be needing that investment after all," Rupert said icily.
Even Bridget's strong facade began to crack. She turned away, her body bending slightly.
"Mr. Rupert, I'm sorry. I went too far. I'll delete the Twitter post right away." Rupert didn't respond, which she took as his tacit approval.
Bridget's downturned face was filled with resentment, her clenched fingers twisting in her lap.
She knew exactly who Rupert was doing this for.
Sylvia, just wait, I haven't lost yet!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBridget took a deep breath, slowly raising her eyes to meet Rupert's with a smile. "Tristan mentioned the om mining issue toyesterday. O CoincidentalCoincidentally, Fanny's dad just got a promotion and is handling that area.
I've reached out to her, and she'll check with her superiors. As soon as I get any news, you'll be the first to know." Rupert said nothing in response.
He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he squinted at Bridget through the haze.
The subtext was clear to him-a mix of currying favor and veiled threats.
Seeing Rupert remain silent, Bridget's smile broadened. "Mr. Rupert, my mom's prepared dinner. How about joining us for a home-cooked meal?" Outside the Simpson residence, Bridget's mom, Miriam, had arranged for paparazzi to be on standby.
If Rupert visited the Simpson house for dinner two days in a row, coupled with the media's embellishment, the public would surely think their engagement was imminent. All those who had previously mocked her would be left eating their words.
Bridget was certain Rupert wouldn't refuse, but the look he gave her was filled with derision and indifference, sending a chill down her spine. Rupert glanced up at the driver.
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