NovelEnglishThe smell drifted over, and Sylvia froze, something unexplainable rising in her chest.
A few paces away, under the warm glow of the lamp, that cold, aristocratic man was watching her-his gaze hot
enough to burn.
She looked away, keeping her face as cool and blank as before.
"I don't want it. Take it away," she said flatly.
Orson glanced helplessly at Rupert.
Rupert stepped forward, took the insulated container from Orson, and sat down right at the edge of the bed.
He scooped up spudding with a long-handled spoon and held it to Sylvia's lips.
"Eat up."
"I'm not hungry."
"I'll feed you then. But not with the spoon." Rupert's voice was calm, but the words were shameless.
"You-"
"I'm shameless," Rupert cut her off with a faint smirk.
Sylvia gritted her teeth, snatched the spoon away, and started eating, glowering all the way.
She hated to admit it, but the Garcia family's chef could easily run a five-star restaurant. Even something as
simple as rice pudding was perfect-the right amount of sweetness, and a whisper of vanilla that lingered on her
tongue. Half a bowl in, she felt the warmth spreading through her stomach.
But she was annoyed. So she left most of it untouched.
"I'm done. You can leave now." Sylvia packed up the container.
Rupert raised an eyebrow. "Kicking us out already, huh?"
Sylvia's jaw clenched. "What, am | supposed to thank Mr. Rupert for whippinglike that?"
"One little slap to get you out of trouble? Seems fair. Otherwise, you'd be in a much worse spot right now,"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRupert replied, cool as ever.
Sylvia pressed her lips together, staring at him, trying-and failing-to read him.
Rupert went on, "Kay inviting you to Paradise Lounge? She was ready for you. When you faced off with her, there
were plenty of people around, but not one person spoke up for you. Ever wonder why?"
"They... were all her people."
"Exactly. So are you sure you want to keep tangling with her? Besides, didn't you get what you cfor?"
Rupert's gaze was dark as midnight-impossible to look away from.
Sylvia choked on her retort.
Of course he knew everything. He always did.
So he'd let her suffer to get what she wanted.
She looked down, her hair falling to hide her face.
"Don't go after Kay," Rupert said, voice chilling.
He reached to brush her hair aside, but she dodged his hand.
Sylvia stiffened, then laughed coldly. "Why not?"
She already knew the answer.
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"What if she did something wrong? Would you still take her side?"
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"Good. | hope you remember that, Mr. Rupert."
She said it slowly, making sure he heard every word.
Then she rolled over, dismissing them without another glance.
"I'm tired. See yourselves out."
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