NovelEnglishChapter 99
Her lips barely parted to speak when he clamped a hand over her mouth, his face inching closer. Under the
moonlight, his features sharpened - eyes like deep pools, alive with danger and aggression. Sylvia struggled
against his grip, but he was immovable. Glaring at him, she bit down hard on his fingers.
Rupert merely frowned, not loosening his hold.
Footsteps approached from the hallway.
"Who's there?"
"Could it be the black sheep of the family, cstealing again? She had the nerve to ask for food in the middle
of the night, as if she deserves it."
Stealing?
That had been Sylvia's perceived role in the Garcia family for too long. She was undeserving of anything they
had; taking something-anything- made her a thief in their eyes.
She released her bite, averting her gaze from his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the servants were nearing,
Sylvia quickly gestured for Rupert to let her go.
But instead of releasing her, he spun her around and pinned her against the kitchen island. His overwhelming
presence sent a ripple of panic through her, even as the chaos of the moment surged around them.
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chere."
The voice outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes, Mr. Rupert Garcia."
Soon after, the light cback on, revealing his face in sharp clarity, every breath he took seemed to caress
Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry to release her, his gaze finally resting on her bruised wrist. "Does it hurt?"
"Mmmph! Mmm! No, it doesn't! Letgo!"
Watching Sylvia's animated protests, Rupert's deep eyes flickered with something unreadable before he slowly
removed his hand from her mouth.
Two rows of teeth marks were
deeply imprinted where his finger met his palm. He shook his hand, casually remarking, "How many times has it
been now? Turned into a dog, have you?" Find
Sylvia glared at him, her chest rising with indignation. She huffed, refusing to respond, her silence promising
retaliation louder than words. Rupert wiped his hand, leaning against the island. "Hungry?"
Sylvia remained silent. She knew all too well that escaping Rupert's watchful eye in her condition would be
impossible, so she conserved her energy. As she pondered, she suddenly found herself lifted and seated on the
island.
Glancing up, Rupert was removing his shirt. The tightness of his chest and waistline becpronounced under
the shadow of his black dress shirt.
Caught off guard, Sylvia raised her hand in resistance. But in the next moment, she was enveloped inchis jacket,
its residual warmth chasing away the cold.
Confused, she looked at him as he rolled up his sleeves, then... knelt down to clean up the broken eggs scattered
across the floor. Then, he took out fresh ingredients from the fridge. With his back to Sylvia, he casually asked,
"How about sshrimp scampi?" Her mind still reeling, she instinctively replied, "Sure."
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Could this be an aftereffect of being reborn? Were her memories starting to mix up?
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