NovelStartChapter 323 As soon as the words left his mouth, the man grabbed the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers in a rough, almost desperate kiss.
"Ow-hey!" Sylvia gasped, pain shooting through her lips.
Instinctively, she parted her lips to protest, which only invited him in.
His gaze locked onto hers-those dark eyes burning with heat and wild desire, almost a little unhinged.
Sylvia pounded his chest a few times in protest, but he barely seemed to notice, letting her vent her frustration however she wanted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen he pressed her back onto the bed, his tall frlooming over her, radiating an intensity that left her completely powerless.
After a tense moment, Rupert finally let her go, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His breath was ragged, stirring her hair, the heat of him lingering against her ear.
His voice was hoarse. "I'm away on business for a while. Stay away from the Garcias' place, okay?" Sylvia's heart jumped. She couldn't tell if this was a warning or just concern, but she nodded.
"Your mom's waiting for you downstairs. Go on," he said, pulling away and straightening his clothes. Sylvia scrambled off the bed, bolting for the door without looking back.
Just as she disappeared, Orson poked his head into the hospital room.
"Mr. Rupert, she ran off again?" "Mind your own business," Rupert replied, all icy composure once more.
"You know, this isn't the way to do it. Just look at Dr. Chris-everyone loves him... well, never mind, clearly you outrank him, sir." Orson's words tumbled out as Rupert fixed him with a dangerous glare, and he hastily backtracked.
"If Dr. Chris is so great, why don't you go bother him?" Rupert snapped, stalking off.
Orson scratched his head. "What did I even say? Why would I go find Dr. Chris?" "Wait up, Mr. Rupert!" The next morning.
As soon as Sylvia arrived at the studio, her phone buzzed with a group message: staff meeting in five. She dropped her things just as Bridget walked in. Bridget's makeup was flawless as always, and she looked healthier than before, but there was an unmistakable shadow in her eyes-like she still hadn't shaken off the shock from Fanny's death.
But as soon as she noticed Sylvia watching her, Bridget instantly slipped back into her usual polished, high- society persona.
Sylvia had no intention of stirring up today, so she grabbed her notebook and headed for the conference room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt the meeting, Eloise announced, "Bridget, Sylvia, I want you two to cwithto the Mountain City Jewelry Expo tomorrow. There'll be sbig names there-good opportunity to learn." "Sure," Sylvia said, standing to take the stack of glossy brochures.
She flipped through them, and her eyes lit up her favorite Italian jewelry brand was on the list. Suddenly, she couldn't wait.
As the meeting was wrapping up, Bridget raised her hand. "Ms. Eloise, I CO can handle the travel arrangements this time. My mother's from Mountain City, so I can show you all around." Eloise gave her a look but didn't object.
Of course Bridget wanted to play hostess-probably hoping to cozy up to sindustry heavyweights at the expo.
After the meeting, Sylvia dove into prepping for the show, researching the designers and their new collections.
Meanwhile, Bridget's phone rang, her face tightening as she stepped out of the office. She let it ring five or six times before answering. "Freya! Seriously, give it a rest!" "Ms. Simpson, I really don't have a
choice. My family wants to buy a new house, and they're asking for money. Could you sendanother hundred grand?" Freya's tone oozed entitlement. "I just gave you a hundred thousand yesterday!" "Well, if you're not willing, I guess I'll have to talk to Sylvia. I'm sure she'd be very interested in what I've got," Freya threatened.
Bridget's jaw clenched, her knuckles whitening around her phone.
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