Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 325

Sylvia nodded and turned to head back to her seat. As she passed the man in the row beside her, he deliberately brushed her leg with his own.

She'd had enough. "Sir, if you 'accidentally' do that again, I might just have an accident of my own. And trust me, when I lose it, this whole plane might have to turn around."

Instead of being offended, the man just laughed, even more amused.

"Fiery, aren't you? Has anyone ever told you you're even cuter when you're mad?"

"Oh, bite me-"

Sylvia saw his leg sneak over again, so she raised her stiletto, ready to stomp down hard.

Just then, a flight attendant appeared beside her.

"Ms. Lloyd?"

"Yes?" Sylvia lowered her foot.

"Your colleague asked if you could come to the front for a moment." The attendant gestured ahead.

Assuming it was Eloise who needed her, Sylvia quickly grabbed her bag and followed.

But instead of the main cabin, the attendant led her up the stairs to the first-class deck.

Orson waved her over. "Ms. Lloyd, over here."

Sylvia paused, putting it all together just a bit too late. She turned to leave. "That won't be necessary, thank you."

from one of the plush

go back to get harassed by

was calm, almost lazy. She

guy from coach,

Rupert pulled her onto his lap, his

only held her tighter. She glared at him and hissed under

completely unfazed. "So polite out here in public. Didn't even throw a punch

Sylvia's cheeks burned.

themselves scarce, and the other first-

soft morning light,

snapped back. Sylvia struggled harder.

"Go?" Rupert's tone dropped.

"Yeah."

thinking he'd

the recline button, and the seat flattened

onto his side, propping his head up on

let alone two. Now, their bodies

back starting

"Uncle Rupert,

first-class passenger. I'm not

to be up

up, but his hand slid around her waist,

up

eyes. Panic