NovelOnlineChapter 488 Hearing Rupert's answer, Chris sucked in a sharp breath.
He tossed the damp napkin in his hand onto the table, frustration clear in his "voice. "If all you want is a woman, you could have any girl who's willing! But her" "She agreed," Rupert interrupted, his tone calm and detached.
Chris was momentarily speechless. His thoughts flashed to Naomi's recent hospital stay.
He didn't need to ask how Sylvia had "agreed." He already knew.
"Are you out of your mind? Does it really have to be her?" "It has to be her." "Rupert! Don't do this! I know the only reason you won't tell Sylvia the truth is because you're afraid she'll go after Tristan and drag herself down with him, right?" Rupert just took a drag from his cigarette, saying nothing.
"Do you have any idea-" Chris almost blurted out what he knew about Sylvia's situation, but then he remembered his friend's warning: "With someone like her, unless she wants to speak up herself, airing her story for her is like handing her a knife. All you can do is give her space-let her decide for herself." Space? Choice? Chris glanced around the room, then at Rupert, and changed the subject. "What about Reese?" Rupert's face was as composed as ever. "I'll take care of both of them." Chris let out a long sigh and turned to leave.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGuided by memories from her old life, Sylvia found her way back to the room. She opened the wardrobe-inside, women's clothes of every style filled the shelves.
She couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. She grabbed a random set and headed for a shower.
After, she lay on the bed, her mind oddly calm. Even as the door opened behind her, she only gripped the comforter tighter, refusing to look back.
But when she felt the warmth of another body settle beside her, Sylvia couldn't help but tense.
A man's arm slid around her waist, pulling her close. His head rested gently on her shoulder, dark eyes searching her face.
"Asleep?" Rupert's voice was husky.
Sylvia caught the want in his tone. She didn't struggle, only replied coldly, "I just got out of the hospital. I'm not exactly up for that kind of thing right now. If you really need something, you'll have to find another way." Rupert's gaze darkened. "You sure do know a lot." Sylvia said nothing, just waited for him to get it out of his system. She'd agreed to stay; she knew this was inevitable.
Suddenly, the stillness was broken by the shrill ring of a phone.
Sylvia glanced at the clock on the nightstand. This late, she could guess who it was.
The phone rang again and again.
Annoyed, she muttered, "Just answer it. Maybe Ms. Sanford has something urgent." She hadn't finished speaking when Rupert got up to grab his phone.
As his warmth left the bed, she curled up tighter under the covers.
Rupert's voice was low, as if he didn't want the caller to hear too much. "Yeah? What is it? ... Okay, I got it." When he hung up, Rupert looked at Sylvia's turned back.
"Go home," Sylvia said evenly. "Ms. Sanford will be worried if you're out too late." "So generous?" Rupert's tone was edged with anger, his gaze icy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It's called professionalism. People like me, who can't see the light of day, are better off being discreet," Sylvia said, tugging the blanket up.
"Drive safe, Uncle Rupert." "How thoughtful of you." He threw the words over his shoulder and slammed the door behind him.
Sylvia flinched and pulled the covers tighter around herself.
She glanced over at the shelf by the window.
In her previous life, it had held the only photo of the three of them the together as a family.
Her eyes burned, and before she m could stop it, tears shipped down her же cheeks. Garcia Manor.
Reese, fresh from her shower, had changed into the new silk pajamas she'd picked out just for tonight. She paced, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt, waiting.
When she heard the door open, she stood up straight. "You're back. Was work alright?" "Yeah," Rupert replied flatly.
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