NovelEnglishChapter 305 The burn of whiskey hadn't even hit her throat before a strong arm pulled Sylvia back against a hard chest.
Her hand, halfway to his cheek, was caught and pressed firmly around his neck, while his lips crashed down on hers-hungry, reckless, demanding the last drop of bourbon from her mouth.
Even when the taste of whiskey was gone, his kiss didn't let up. It was wild, relentless.
When he finally let her cup for air, Sylvia was breathless.
He pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her from speaking. His voice was low and rough. "Not bad, huh?" Sylvia, her hand still on his shoulder, dug her nails in as a warning: letgo.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe didn't seem to notice. Instead, he caught her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
Sylvia could've screamed. Was he out of his mind? Right here, in front of everyone? Rupert didn't care. He turned to the client across the table, his expression cool as ever. "Anything else?" The client, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, gave a nervous laugh. "No, nothing." "Great. Then let's get the paperwork done." Rupert glanced to where Orson was standing quietly behind him. Orson opened the folder and slid a pen across the table.
The client barely looked at the contract, wrapping an arm around the woman at his side, grinning. "Mr. Rupert, work talk just kills the mood. Tristan's not in a hurry, either, right?" He was stalling, hoping to squeeze a better deal out of Rupert by name-dropping Tristan.
Rupert was unfazed. He stood, pulling Sylvia up with him. "No rush, sure. But I'm not the one who lost his shirt betting on the Carmichael Group." The client paled, shoving the woman aside. He got it now-this was a trap, a warning.
He'd sunk a fortune into the Carmichael Group behind Rupert's back. Now he was broke, and everyone knew he'd tried to stab Rupert in the back.
"Mr. Rupert, the Carmichael thing-" "Don't bother explaining. Are you signing, or not?" "I-yes, yes. Of course." He signed, face tight, even though the price was a third lower than he wanted. No one in their right mind would pick a fight with Rupert.
As soon as they left the private room, Sylvia yanked her hand out of Rupert's grip and spun to leave.
Rupert caught her wrist, his other hand at her waist, pinning her against the wall.
"What are you doing here dressed like that?" "Oh, what's wrong, Uncle Rupert? Worried I'll run your fiancée's reputation? She's so pure, she'd never be caught dead in a place like this. I'm the wild one, right? If I'm here with sguy, it's not her problem. Relax." sŵ Her voice was ice-cold, every word a jab.
"Sylvia, you're drunk. Stop talking nonsense. Let's get you home." Rupert's eyes were shadowed, unreadable. He didn't deny a thing.
And in that moment, Sylvia knew. She knew the truth behind everything.
The neon lights flickered over her face, making her look even paler, more hollow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was shaking, nerves wound so tight she felt like she might snap.
"So... you knew all along?" Her voice trembled.
"I didn't know." Rupert's answer was quick, but not convincing.
Sylvia gave a bitter laugh wall for support. Herne eyes, once so bright, went dark "Deep love, huh?" MS What was it all for-past, present? What did any of it mean? And what about Stella? Why did she have to get dragged into their mess? "I really hate you, Rupert. Just letgo. Please."
She tried to sound strong, but her words died in her throat, Tears m cooled hergheeks, and she just felt numb, empty. Rupert still didn't let go. His grip tightened as if he might break her wrist. Then, after a long, heavy silence, he finally released her, mask of indifference sliding back into place.
Just then, a shrill voice echoed from down the hall.
"What do you mean I can't go in? Do you have any idea idea who Dana? Pm not leaving letthrough!"
Sylvia gave a cold, bitter laugh. "Well, Uncle Rupert, looks like your fiancée's in trouble now."
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