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Chris stared at the laptop screen, holding back a laugh as he glanced at Rupert. "Man, I can't believe Bridget's gotten herself into this mess, and she still has die- hard fans defending her." "Her fans are saying you and Bridget were together for three years and you still couldn't make her happy. Apparently, it's your fault, and you should let her go live her best life." He coughed, grinning. "Dude, you better get Orson to take down all this nonsense. It's not good for your reputation." Rupert barely glanced at the screen before lifting his gaze and catching Sylvia trying to hide a smirk.
He said coolly, "I don't need the whole world to know if I'm any good. Only one person needs to know." The office went dead quiet.
Sylvia was scrolling through the comments section, but when she heard that, she felt both Chris and Orson's eyes lock onto her.
Suddenly, her cheeks were on fire.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe wanted to deny it, but... well, she really did know.
In bed, Rupert was nothing like the cold, distant guy he was at work. He was bossy, relentless-honestly, he was a handful.
Sylvia didn't want to remember the details, but flashes of those nights kept popping into her mind, clear as day. Even the first tthey'd accidentally ended up together-yeah, she remembered every second.
At that moment, Rupert leaned his chin on his hand, watching her with those deep blue eyes that made her blush spread even further.
Sylvia put down her phone and turned away. "I'm going to the pharmacy to grab your meds." As soon as she left, Chris shook himself out of his daze and looked at Rupert, half-amused.
"You and her... Man, you're more of a softie than I thought. But you can't just let people say whatever they want about you online." Rupert shrugged. "Honestly, it's great. Now I won't have anyone trying to setup for the next year." Chris gave him a thumbs up.
"Legend." "But what about Sylvia?" Chris pressed.
Rupert shot him a look. "Not your problem." When Sylvia returned with the medicine, Rupert had just finished talking with Chris.
He stood up a bit too quickly and swayed on his feet. Sylvia rushed over to steady him.
"Uncle Rupert, are you okay? Maybe you should stay at the hospital tonight?" "Nah, things are too crazy today. Hospital's the last place I want to be." "Alright." She handed him the medicine. "Here. The instructions are on the box. I'm heading out." Rupert frowned and didn't take the meds. He shot a look at Orson.
Orson got the hint instantly, clutching his stomach and holding out the car keys to Sylvia. "Ms. Lloyd, could you drive Mr. Rupert home? My stomach's killingI can't make it." "Orson, you're a terrible actor." Sylvia refused the keys. She'd seen Bridget's Oscar-worthy performances. Orson wasn't fooling anyone.
Rupert didn't say a word he just grabbed the keys from Orson and headed for the elevator.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOrson kept up the act. "Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Rupert's got a concussion. He really shouldn't be driving." Sylvia glared at Rupert's retreating back, then finally sighed and followed after him.
Orson dropped the act and exhaled. "Those two... Without me, they'd never make it." Sylvia caught up to Rupert by the car and tapped on the driver's side window, but it was the back window that slid down.
Rupert handed her the keys, his tone cool as ever. "Taketo my place at Soho Bay." Soho Bay-that meant his favorite penthouse by the water.
Sylvia glared at him, muttering, "Sneaky." He obviously knew she'd cafter him.
Rupert closed his eyes, leaning back. "I heard that." Sylvia bit her lip, got in the driver's seat, at the slammed the door. Start car's complicated 10 she froze for a moment.
She mentally recited her dad's driving tips, then floored only to int the car lurching forward, hard a second later.
hit Rupert steadied himself, raising an eyebrow. "Trying to kill us both? Or is this skind of grand romantic gesture?"
"Don't be ridiculous! I just haven't driven this car before, okay? Givea second "
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fumbling with the controls, her neck turning red with embarrassment.
From the backseat, Rupert watched gaze her profile, his gaze as intense and upreadable as a midnight sky.
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