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."

go, a hand reached out from one of the plush seats and

to go back to get harassed by that

was calm, almost

coach,

she could reply, Rupert pulled her onto his lap, his

only held her tighter. She

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

Sylvia's cheeks burned.

already made themselves scarce, and the

the soft morning light, spilling over Rupert's hands-a strange, beautiful

back. Sylvia struggled harder. "Let me

"Go?" Rupert's tone dropped.

"Yeah."

nodded, thinking

the recline button, and the seat flattened

his

flat seat barely held one person, let alone two. Now, their bodies were

from him, her own back starting to sweat. She bit

"Uncle Rupert, I'm

first-class passenger. I'm not

to be up

but his hand slid around her

up

eyes. Panic flared.