Chapter 342

Rupert's eyes were dark, intense—like a wolf about to pounce.

Sylvia's breath hitched. Her skin, still flushed pink from a hot shower, seemed to glow in the soft light.

Her gaze shimmered through the lingering mist. There was something dreamy and inviting about the way she looked at him.

Rupert leaned in slowly. The usual edge of dominance in his movements was gone, replaced by a rare hint of hesitance.

Sylvia stared up at him, mind wiped blank. For a moment, she completely forgot to resist.

But just as Rupert was about to close the distance between them, a tickle in Sylvia's nose snapped her back to reality.

She shoved him aside and rolled over, letting out a loud sneeze.

"Achoo!"

She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiped her nose, and tossed it away. As she looked down, she realized a warm comforter had been draped over her shoulders.

Rupert was already lying on his back, eyes shut and voice rough with fatigue. "Just get some sleep."

Sylvia rubbed her nose, curling herself up on the edge of the bed. She figured she could make do for now; the day had been a rollercoaster, and she was utterly drained.

She fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow-but it was freezing. Every inch of her backside felt icy, even though she could sense warmth radiating from Rupert beside her.

half-mad. When she was hovering on the edge of dreams, shivering, a strong, gentle hand slid around her waist and pulled

her head against his chest. Her cold fingers

a bigger hand

"Careful where you put

Eloise's name flashing on the screen. The sound startled her, and for a moment she felt like her soul had just caught up with her body. She stared at the empty bed, dazed, before

come downstairs for breakfast," Eloise

Sylvia croaked, her

sound wrecked. Didn't sleep

fine. I'll

out of bed, and hurried through her morning routine before

...

Dining Room.

surprised to find

Sleep well?" Bridget

was getting at, so

Eloise started running

and Sylvia, I know you didn't bring a dress for the event. Luckily, a friend of mine has a

Sylvia a big shopping

peeked inside the color was exactly her style. "Thank

turned pointedly to Bridget "Ms. Simpson, I assume you're all set? With Mr. Rupert- around, I doubt

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