"Faking an injury, huh? So what exactly do you expect me to pay for?"

Rupert stared Sylvia down, his face cold as ever, but there was a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Sylvia ignored his glare and answered coolly, "How much was your cane? Just send me the bill. I'll cover it. I've got somewhere to be, so I'll head out."

With that, she pushed his arm aside and made to leave.

Rupert didn't stop her, just let out a low grunt.

He gripped a nearby column, his knuckles white. His tall frame hunched over, as if he was in serious pain.

Sylvia shot him a quick glance, her hands twitching as if she wanted to help-but she stopped herself.

She forced herself to turn away, her expression icy.

But she'd barely taken a step when Rupert grabbed her wrist.

He loomed behind her, his breath hot against her ear, each inhale growing tighter.

"Don't go."

tried to

felt a clammy sweat,

hand, turned back and asked, “What's


stared

in his eyes fading,

back of her neck, pulling

you?" His voice was low and rumbled right into her ear, each word slow and clear. Snapping back to

her imagination,

figured she didn't have

tilted her head back, putting some space between

don't want to talk, fine. I'll have someone from the staff help you

Rupert

glanced around, only to realize the server who'd been with her earlier was

must've sent

glared at him,

to call for someone else, footsteps echoed


let anyone see me

l.ne

he did could affect business deals. The last thing ke needed was for anyone to

wine cellar, her mind racing with all sorts of

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