Chapter 457

When Lester heard her still call him "Mr. Sanford," he understood-she wanted to keep her distance. Yet he couldn't help but be curious about her.

He leaned in just a bit, noticing the subtle scent of earl grey clinging to her. It was faint, but somehow comforting.

Sylvia, realizing he hadn't answered for a while, finally turned her head-only to find they were much closer than she'd thought.

She quickly pulled back, reminding him, "Mr. Sanford?"

Snapping out of it, Lester glanced over her profile, his gaze a little too intense before he forced himself to relax. "Sure," he said quietly.

Sylvia gave a soft "Okay," and purposefully put more space between them.

Just as they neared the restaurant, Lester's phone buzzed. Reese's name flashed on the screen.

"What's up? You always forget something," Lester said, pausing and glancing at Sylvia. "I'm a bit busy right now."

Maybe it was just too quiet in the car, but Sylvia could hear Reese's voice on the other end, crystal clear.

"Hey, bro, you're not out with Sylvia, are you?"

"I am," Lester admitted without hesitation.

and she twisted her

nerves.

old anxiety, really. Eight years of bad luck, years treading carefully in the Garcia family, and Tristan constantly holding her back. She'd convinced herself that

and gave her a

the speaker: "I made a killer lasagna tonight! Bring Sylvia over and

your cozy evening with Mr. Rupert," Lester

stuff in your trunk-my treasures! If I don't

"Fine... but

cutting him off and hanging up before he could

grinning despite

in with Rupert. She left a suitcase in my car and wants me to

in?" Sylvia repeated,

She invited us both

a shallow breath, lips parting

in her throat re

Lester told his driver to head

was happening, they were already parked outside. If she tried to

was up so

put on

face

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