NovelEnglishChapter 355 "I mean-how should I know? Anyway, they've got all the evidence. No one's getting out of this," Naomi muttered, slicing off a piece of apple and popping it into Sylvia's mouth.
Sylvia chewed, but her mind was elsewhere. If they'd managed to get their hands on the evidence, someone had to have helped. And besides Rupert, she couldn't think of anyone else with that kind of pull.
With a sigh, Sylvia nibbled on her apple, the taste bland on her tongue. "Mom, where's Uncle Rupert?" "Dead-oops!" Naomi yelped as the paring knife nearly slipped. "Jeez, are you trying to kill your own mother?" "Dead? He can't be dead," Sylvia's voice trembled. "At worst, he'd break a leg or something." "I said he's not dead!" Naomi snapped.
"Could you maybe be a little clearer?" Sylvia frowned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What are you so jumpy about? On the way back, if I hadn't clamped a hand over your mouth, you'd have been shouting 'Uncle Rupert' the whole way..." "Mom! I'm starving. Can you grabsomething to eat?" Sylvia cut her off, her voice loud and desperate. Naomi rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine," she said, heading out the door to go find sfood.
Sylvia waited a bit, but curiosity got the best of her. She slipped off the bed and went to ask about Rupert's room.
When she reached his door, though, she hesitated. Just then, Orson stepped out, nearly bumping into her. Their eyes met. Sylvia barely had tto signal him to keep quiet before Orson bellowed, "Ms. Lloyd! You're here!" Even the nurses at the station poked their heads out to see what was going on.
A deep voice cfrom inside the room. "Aren't you coming in to see if I'm dead or just broken in half?" Sylvia felt her cheeks flush and hurried into the room. "You had someone eavesdropping, didn't you?" Rupert was propped up against his pillows, looking pale but somehow even more intense, his sharp eyes cutting straight through her.
He flipped a file lying on his blanket and said, "Eavesdropping? You mean all the times you kept asking foron the way here?" "I did not! My mom's always exaggerating." "I'll just go ask her myself, then." "You-" Sylvia bit her lip, then huffed. "Well, it looks like you're fine. I'll just go." Before she could reach the door, Orson slammed it shut from outside with impressive speed.
Rupert's lips twitched in a faint smile. "Poura glass of water, would you?" He shifted the blanket, revealing his bandaged leg.
Sylvia rolled her eyes but poured him a glass anyway, handing it over. "Here." As she glanced down, her eyes met Rupert's, his gaze deep and unreadable, almost making her shiver.
He reached out, and when he took the glass, he didn't let go of her hand-he tugged her just a little closer.
The air between them grew warmer. Rupert's eyes stayed locked on her face, their intensity almost overwhelming.
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He sipped the water, still holding her hand. "So, what was it you wanted to talk toabout on the way here?" He put deliberate emphasis on "on the way here."
Sylvia tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. Finally, she huffed, was worried you might've died and the s would blme." His lips curled slightly, catching the light. “Sylvia, I'm injured. Say something nice to makefeel better." "I'm not good at that," she said stubbornly.
"That's okay. I'll decide what counts," he replied, voice low and rough.
Before she could protest, Rupert cupped her cheek and kissed hem bald, hungry, stealing her breath like a thief. Sylvia froze, the world narrowing to just the two of them.
Until Orson's frantic knock broke the spell.
"Mr. Rupert, Tristan's downstairs. He just arrived!"
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