"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."

froze, swallowing hard, and tried to

touched his skin, she felt a clammy sweat, his

Sylvia gripped his hand, turned back and asked, “What's wrong


answer-just stared

darkness in his

of her neck, pulling her closer, his lips hovering

worried about me? Or just scared I'll pull a fast one on you?" His voice was low and rumbled right into her ear, each word slow and clear. Snapping

just her imagination, but Rupert really did

she figured she didn't

head back, putting some space between

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

help me?" Rupert shot her a

glanced around, only to realize the server who'd

sent

at him,

was about to call for someone


can't let anyone see me like this. Help

l.ne

every little thing he did could affect business deals. The last thing ke

wine cellar, her

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