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 one of the plush seats and

to go back to get harassed by that

voice was calm, almost lazy. She

from coach, Sylvia

her onto his lap, his arms locking

tried to squirm away, but he only held her tighter.

held her by the waist, completely

Sylvia's cheeks burned.

and the attendant had already made themselves scarce, and the other first-

curtains let in the soft morning light, spilling over Rupert's hands-a

struggled

"Go?" Rupert's tone dropped.

"Yeah."

nodded, thinking he'd finally

the seat flattened into a bed. Sylvia toppled backward,

onto his side, propping his head up

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

her own back starting to sweat. She bit her lip, trying

Rupert, I'm

first-class passenger. I'm not

be

hand slid

up

eyes. Panic flared. She