NovelEnglishChapter 312 The nurse quickly hooked Sylvia up to a fresh IV, working with swift efficiency.
Once everything was in place, Rupert glanced over at Chris.
"You can wait outside." Chris clutched his stomach with one hand and rubbed his arm where Rupert had yanked him earlier. "Does this count as a workplace injury or what?" The hospital room door closed quietly behind him, leaving Sylvia and Rupert alone.
Sylvia cback to her senses, instantly trying to wriggle out of Rupert's arms. But he held her tight from behind, his broad chest warm and unyielding, a strong and possessive presence wrapping around her.
His voice was low and cold. "You knew she'd cafter you, didn't you?" "I didn't know. Didn't you say I'm not clever enough, Uncle Rupert? How could I possibly read people's minds?" Sylvia murmured, half-defiant.
"Still arguing?" Rupert sat behind her, his face unreadable, his tone giving nothing away.
He pulled the blanket over the two of them, tucking her in almost brusquely.
His body heat filled the chilly space beneath the covers, turning it instantly cozy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSylvia felt awkward, pinned in place, unable to move even if she wanted to.
The room fell quiet except for the faint rustle of the blanket, an intimate sort of silence lingering in the air.
After a moment, Sylvia clutched the blanket tightly. "It was Bridget." "Enough. Get srest," Rupert's voice turned icy, shutting her down.
Sylvia felt her body go cold all over again.
He'd seen the state she was in-he knew everything-and he was still covering for Bridget.
She took a shaky breath, her throat raw, her nose stinging, her whole chest aching with frustration.
She yanked the blanket from him, wrapping herself up tightly.
"I'm calling the police. Unless you kill me, you can't stop me," she spat out.
Aaron had just been promoted, barely stable in his new role, and people were already circling for his spot. She refused to believe the entire police department belonged to the Lance family.
Even if she was doomed to lose, she'd at least stir the pot.
"Kill you?" His cold breath brushed her ear, a dangerous edge in his voice. Before she could react, his hand slipped under the blanket, slid beneath her shirt, and pressedl against her bare skin-his touch rough, his palm still bandaged. His hand lingered at her waist, fingers tracing slow circles.
Sylvia's breath caught. She grabbed his arm to stop him.
His face was close, his breath hot on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
He chuckled softly. "Not afraid to die, but this makes you nervous?" Sylvia glared at him, flustered. "You're doing this on purpose-" She turned sharply, bumping her nose against his. She froze.
Rupert seemed surprised, too, his usually cool expression flickering.
He held her gaze, his dark eyes growing impossibly deep.
Slowly, he lifted his hand and brushed his fingers along her cheek, his touch warm and gentle.
Sylvia winced; the hand with the IV stung a little.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRupert glanced at her, his eyes calm, but his voice hoarse. "Just sleep." Maybe it was the meds, but Sylvia found herself too tired to argue ore. She drifted off, her hl t his chest.
Still, a faint sense of unease lingered.
He hadn't actually threatened to stop her from calling the cops.
When Sylvia woke again, Rupert was gone.
The room was peaceful, the covers still warm and comfortable.
she pulled back the found a hot bottle tucked under the ael the V.
It must've been that sweet nurse from before-Bailey, that was herm name.
Sylvia spotted her phone on the bedside table and immediately sat up e straighter. Rupert must've brought it back. Had he done something to it?
She checked the phone. To her surprise, Rupert hadn't touched an thing. For a moment, she couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.
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