Chapter 21

Feeling the weight of someone's gaze, Sylvia turned her head.

It was Rupert.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, his long fingers resting against his temple, the ruby ring on his finger catching the sunlight with a hint of a chilling thirst. Bridget was leaning close by his side. It appeared Bridget was whispering something, their proximity and Rupert's soft expression spoke volumes. Sylvia averted her gaze, feigning calm as she lowered her hand.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it." The man followed her gaze, "That's Mr. Rupert Garcia, isn't it? He really adores his fiancée, to personally drop her off." Indeed. It was apparent to everyone Rupert's preference for Bridget. Except, in her past life, she was like a fool, waiting for him, loving him.

Just as Sylvia was about to nod, Naomi tugged at her sleeve.

"Since we're here, you should go say hello to Rupert."

"I'd rather not." Sylvia shrugged off the hand, making to leave. "You..."

Naomi's reproach was cut short by Bridget's sudden exclamation.

"Naomi, Sylvia, what a coincidence. And this gentleman is?"

in arm with Rupert, sized

and after the ordeal with the

the man, boasting slightly, "This is Julian Zook, from the Zook family. A real catch,

on "we" was loaded with meaning. Sylvia didn't have a chance to intervene before she felt the gaze across

gaze barely swept over him, lingering instead on Sylvia, a hint of mockery lifting the corners of his mouth,

over Julian with an ambiguous tone,

down her spine, her palms sweating. What was meant to be a casual

upon surveying Julian. In Rupert's presence, Julian was insignificant, a good match for

"Mr. Zook is such a catch, Sylvia. You should hold on tight. A quiet, simple life is the real deal. No need to think about

to hold back her indignation, was about to retort when Sylvia pulled at her. Engaging in an argument

his expression nonchalant. He knew better than anyone

akin

Naomi along, "Mom, Mr. Zook, let's

politely bid farewell, and then opened the car doors for Sylvia

Sylvia received a message

Mr. Garcia intervened, securing

"I understand."

she felt breathless and powerless, as if struggling within a vortex,

had gained an upper hand. Yet, she was still

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