NovelOnlineChapter 453
Rupert didn't say a word. He just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the car.
The scenery outside blurred by, streetlights streaking in the dusk. After who knows how long, snow started falling
again, soft flakes swirling past the window.
When the car finally stopped and the door swung open, the world was covered in another layer of fresh snow.
As Sylvia stepped out, a thick cashmere coat was draped over her shoulders. The warmth—and the scent of
Rupert surrounded her in an instant.
By the tshe cto her senses, she was standing in front of a sprawling suburban mansion.
Even in winter, with the gardens cloaked in white, the place looked straight out of a fairy tale. She could imagine
what it must look like in spring, the flower beds bursting with color.
Sylvia could see it all clearly in her mind.
Because this was the house where, in another life, she'd set herself on fire.
Eight years of marriage, and this place had been a gilded cage—a beautiful prison.
She stared at the house, her voice cold as ice. "What's this supposed to mean?"
Rupert's gaze darkened. "I'll have someone pick up your things from your apartment. From now on, you'll be
living here. I'll arrange for a driver, a housekeeper, whatever you need. Just tell them."
He didn't ask. He just decided for her.
Just like before. Back then, he'd led her up to this shouse and told her she'd be living here. Not "we,"-just
her. Don't go out unless you have to, he'd said. Now, after all these years and twists of fate, she was right back
where she started.
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In that moment, Sylvia finally understood her place in his world.
Even if there wasn't a Bridget Simpson scheming against her, there'd be someone else-sgirl from a family
with real power, with a trust fund and an Ivy League degree.
She was just a kept woman, a canary in a pretty cage. And to call her that was being generous.
She was just expected to serve one man, that's all.
Sylvia blinked hard against the sting in her eyes and forced a laugh, gesturing at the brick wall. "There used to
be rose bushes over there. In summer, the petals would float up to the second-floor balcony in the breeze."
"Alright," Rupert replied, his tone unreadable.
She pointed at the dry fountain. "Tear that out and build a koi pond. Plant slilies in the summer set up a sun
umbrella and we'll eat watermelon and drink lemonade out here. It's actually really nice."
At that, Rupert's eyes narrowed, sharp and searching.
Sylvia turned, pointing to a patch of empty ground, her hand trembling. "And over there-let's put a
vegetable garden. Stick a little wooden sign at the the gate write
"So-and-so's Kitchen Garden’ on it."
Her voice went hoarse, her chest tightening at the memory-she could see Stella bouncing on her toes with
excitement.
"Mom! | want to plant my own veggies, just like at preschool! And the sign has to say 'Stella's Kitchen Garden!""
"Mom, don't let Dad eat my veggies. | don't like him."
"Mom, can we leave this house? | don't want to live here anymore."
A gust of wind swept through, scattering the memory away.
Suddenly, Rupert's hands clamped hard on her shoulders. "Who the hell are you?"
Everything Sylvia described matched the house from the little girl's dream.
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Sylvia choked on her words, her face going pale.
"You and Tristan really are father and son."
She tried to keep her voice steady, but every word felt like it was being dragged out of her.
Rupert's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. She flinched away, stumbling back a step.
He closed the distance anyway. "This is who | am, Sylvia. | can't let you go."
This was all it cdown to a man's possessiveness.
Sylvia's eyes were blazing red. "If you force me, Rupert, | swear-the day | move
in, I'll burn this place to the ground."
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