Chapter 367

Eloise gripped her phone tight and absentmindedly rubbed her stomach. "You know, I've been pregnant before, too," she said quietly.

Sylvia felt a sharp, stabbing ache in her chest. No wonder Eloise was falling apart.

"Hey, Sylvia, I'm not even drunk yet. Come on, have a couple drinks with me."

"Sure," Sylvia agreed. She knew Eloise needed to let off some steam-honestly, so did she.

A sleek black car cruised down the wide avenue. The window was rolled down a crack, letting wisps of cigarette smoke curl around the driver's shadowed face.

Orson, at the wheel, suddenly pulled to the curb. He nodded toward the sidewalk. "Mr. Rupert, that's Ms. Lloyd. Who's the guy with her?"

Rupert looked up just in time to see another man carrying her purse and laughing as he followed her into an underground bar.

His cigarette snapped in two between his fingers. The burning tip fell onto the back of his hand, but he didn't even flinch.

"Pull over," Rupert said coldly.

"Yes, sir."

Inside the bar, Sylvia was already feeling a little lightheaded after two shots of bourbon.

She grabbed Eloise's hand across the table. "Eloise, I figured it out. He never loved you. That's it! It's not your fault!"

Eloise, usually all business and steel, burst out laughing. "You're damn right! Screw him! Cheers!"

They clinked glasses, but after the next round, Eloise slumped over, completely out.

her aching forehead and let her

man at another table noticed and swaggered over, reaching

touch her, a hand twisted

he saw Rupert's ice-cold stare. His bravado crumbled

"Mr. Rupert-sir, I—"

"Get lost," Rupert growled.

guy bolted, clutching

stepped up to the table, glaring at the

get someone to take

"Yes, sir."

Sylvia up into his arms and carried her out

look at the bartender, who froze, dropping two glasses in

drive home, Sylvia suddenly sat bolt upright and started banging on the car

the car! I'm gonna

pulled over,

making it to

she threw

over

watering, until a

appeared under her nose.

you're out here trying to drown your sorrows at midnight like everyone else?" Rupert's dry, mocking voice cut through the chill as he pressed a napkin

wind stung her eyes

away-an outline

slowly lowered his hand, frowning deeply.

The last night

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