Chapter 141

The heavy thud of one colleague hitting the ground made Sylvia's heart leap into her throat. Her eyes shot up, locking with the teasing gaze of the man advancing towards her. His cold presence made it hard to breathe. "Quite the catch?" The mocking undertone in his deep voice was hard to miss.

It was Rupert.

Sylvia wriggled her wrists, knowing she stood no chance of overpowering him. This time, she decided to be smart about it - instead of using her hands, she went for a kick.

But Rupert anticipated her move, capturing her raised leg with ease and pulling her close to him.

Her body brushed against his belt buckle, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. The proximity, combined with the overwhelming sense of powerlessness, sent a wave of humiliation through her. "Let go!"

"You're heartless," Rupert remarked, his voice husky.

"I don't need you to handle my problems. I can take care of myself!"

Just then, Freya and the others caught up.

Sylvia glanced at the dark, enclosed alley and listened to the approaching footsteps, her heart pounding like thunder.

As Freya and the group drew near, Rupert kicked the man on the ground into the shadows, grabbed Sylvia's chin, and kissed her.

"Mmph!" Sylvia's eyes widened.

Rupert, supporting her head, turned his body to shield hers.

spot for college couples to stroll and date. The soft glow of warm yellow streetlights, walls covered in greenery, and quaint shops lent the area a nostalgic, romantic charm. The occasional dark corner where couples whispered sweet nothings was nothing out

them for just another couple. Without a second glance,

were gone, Sylvia pushed the man in front of

old streetlight flickered to life, its warm

around him. His gaze tightened as it met hers, his

in the chest.

imposing and

low, "And how do you plan to handle it? Run to your brother

her teeth clenching in barely

Already so powerful, yet you still hassle Warren? He was just helping me! What did he

Why are you treating him like

shadowed face,

ket

in mid-air as if he might

took a slow

"Worried about him?"

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the generosity to let us be,"

"Us?"

scoffed, crushing the cigarette with force, almost in sync with

descended, wrapping them in a

him closing in, his fingertips brushing her face, his

"Say

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