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."

reached out from

to go back to get harassed

was calm, almost lazy. She looked

coach, Sylvia pressed

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

but he only

held her by the waist, completely unfazed. "So polite out here in

Sylvia's cheeks burned.

the attendant had already made themselves scarce, and the other

morning light, spilling

back. Sylvia struggled harder. "Let me

"Go?" Rupert's tone dropped.

"Yeah."

thinking he'd

hit the recline button, and the seat flattened into a

his side, propping his head up on one

seat barely held one person, let alone two. Now, their bodies were pressed together, no space

own back starting to sweat. She bit her lip,

Rupert, I'm not

first-class passenger. I'm not

be

up, but his hand

up

Panic flared. She