NovelStartSylvia froze, not quite sure what Rupert meant.
It almost sounded like he was asking for a label-like he wanted to define their relationship or something.
But how could there even be a label between them? He was in love with Bridget. To him, Sylvia was just someone to use.
She was the kind of person he'd sacrifice without a second thought.
Sylvia felt her chest tighten. Her voice cout cold: "Oh, right. I forgot. You're my Uncle Rupert." Rupert's eyes narrowed, shadows swirling in their depths. Suddenly, he lost his patience and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into a rough, punishing kiss.
Their breaths tangled, the air between them turning electric and wild. She barely had tto resist before her strength gave out and all she could do was let him take what he wanted. A low, helpless sound escaped her throat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mmm..." Rupert's breathing hitched. He gripped her waist, his voice gravelly, almost desperate: "Sylvia, you're going to driveinsane." She frowned, about to protest, but her back hit the wall, making her flinch in pain.
"Ah-" Rupert let out an exasperated sigh and gently pulled her down to sit. "Turn around. Letput something on that cut." Sylvia wanted to say no, but her body just gave in and she sat down, exhausted.
Rupert grabbed sdisinfectant from the table and dabbed it on the scrape along her back.
It was a surface wound, nothing serious.
But Rupert's eyes only grew darker.
Sylvia's skin was flawless-smooth, not a blemish in sight, so perfect it was almost unreal. Now there was a thin line of blood marring the picture.
Rupert pulled out his phone and shot off a message to Orson.
Don't hold back.
Sylvia, sensing his pause behind her, fumbled with her torn shirt. "Are you done yet?" A moment later, something warm landed on her shoulders-a jacket. She recognized it immediately: it was the sone Rupert had draped over Bridget earlier that day.
Without thinking, she shrugged it off and handed it back. "I'm fine. Not cold." Rupert's brows drew together, but when he saw how pale she looked, something seemed to click. "It's not about " Before he could finish, the sharp sound of police sirens cut through the night outside the restaurant. Sylvia jumped to her feet, panic in her eyes. "What's going on? Why are there police cars?" Rupert strode to the window, parted the curtains for a quick look, then grabbed her and pulled her close.
He cradled her face, leaning down so their eyes met. "You don't know anything, got it?" Sylvia hesitated, then nodded.
Rupert pointed to a black in shirt on the table, identical to hers. "Change into that before you go." "Okay." She hurried to the bathroom, changed, and walked straight for the private dining room's door. Just before leaving, she glanced back at Rupert.
He was by the window, lighting a cigarette, his face hidden in a haze of smoke- impossible to read.
Once she was gone, Rupert called Orson.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the other end, he heard Mark's muffled sobs.
"Mr. Rupert, we got the truth. Overseas, he had this freakish obsession with collecting human skin-always bought it off the dark web, so nobody found out. He chere for the jewelry expo, and the moment he landed, someone sent him a link. It was a site selling Ms. Lloyd's info." "Keep digging," Rupert said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "The cops are here.
Clean everything up." "Yes, sir." Back in the dining room.
Sylvia slipped back into her seat, trying to look as casual as possible.
But before she could even get comfortable, the door burst open and e uniformed officers stepped in. "Freeze! Everyone up, step away from the table!"
The group jumped, startled, but seeing it was the police they m opediently stood and moved aside.
Sylvia blended in, standing quietly at the back of the crowd.
Eloise recovered first, stepping forward. "Officers, is there a problem? ке We're just having dinner." The lead officer scanned the room, all "We received a Done here is in possession substances."
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