Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 305

The burn of whiskey hadn't even hit her throat before a strong arm pulled Sylvia back against a hard chest.

Her hand, halfway to his cheek, was caught and pressed firmly around his neck, while his lips crashed down on hers-hungry, reckless, demanding the last drop of bourbon from her mouth.

Even when the taste of whiskey was gone, his kiss didn't let up. It was wild, relentless.

When he finally let her come up for air, Sylvia was breathless.

He pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her from speaking. His voice was low and rough. "Not bad, huh?"

Sylvia, her hand still on his shoulder, dug her nails in as a warning: let me go.

He didn't seem to notice. Instead, he caught her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

Sylvia could've screamed. Was he out of his mind? Right here, in front of everyone?

Rupert didn't care. He turned to the client across the table, his expression cool as ever. "Anything else?"

The client, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, gave a nervous laugh. "No, nothing."

"Great. Then let's get the paperwork done." Rupert glanced to where Orson was standing quietly behind him.

Orson opened the folder and slid a pen across the table.

The client barely looked at the contract, wrapping an arm around the woman at his side, grinning. "Mr. Rupert, work talk just kills the mood. Tristan's not in a hurry, either, right?"

hoping to squeeze a better deal out of Rupert by

rush, sure. But I'm not the one who lost his shirt betting on the Carmichael

paled, shoving the woman aside. He got it now-this was a trap, a

he was

the

explaining. Are you signing, or

"I-yes, yes. Of course."

even though the price was a third lower than he wanted. No

private room, Sylvia yanked

caught her wrist, his other hand at her waist, pinning her

you doing here

wrong, Uncle

so pure, she'd never be caught dead in a place like this. I'm the wild one, right? If I'm here with

sŵnovel

voice was ice-cold, every word a

drunk. Stop talking nonsense.

unreadable. He

that moment, Sylvia knew. She knew the truth

face, making

shaking, nerves wound so tight

you knew all along?" Her voice

didn't know." Rupert's answer was quick,

a