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.

for its winding paths, was more famously a romantic 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

another couple. Without a second glance, they disappeared down the winding

pushed the man

to life, its

His gaze tightened as it met hers, his lashes casting

could catch her next breath, Sylvia elbowed the man in the chest. Although

slanted light cutting through his silhouette. His body, imposing and stern under the glow, contrasted with his

do you plan to handle it? Run

Sylvia's spine, her

powerful, yet you still hassle Warren? He

Why are you treating him

at the shadowed face, full of

ket

as if he might

a slow

"Worried about him?"

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generosity to let us be," Sylvia said, barely containing her

"Us?"

cigarette with force, almost in sync with the streetlight

descended, wrapping them in

her face, his tobacco-tinged breath warm and heavy

spoke gravely, "Say

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