Novel1Chapter 275 "Get inside and talk." "No need. There's nothing left to say between us." Sylvia stood her ground, glaring at the man.
Rupert's cigarette ember glowed and faded as he approached with quiet footsteps, his form gradually becoming more distinct but never fully emerging from the shadows.
He lingered on the edge of light and dark, his silhouette strikingly handsome, like a predator poised to pounce. His gaze was intense, deep as an abyss, making Sylvia swallow involuntarily despite her resolve.
Rupert glanced at his watch. "In a few minutes, your neighbor will be back from work. Are you sure you want to discuss this here?" "How do you know that?" Sylvia asked, surprised.
"If I want to know something, I find out," Rupert replied nonchalantly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe elevator began descending, indicating someone had called it from below. Sylvia's heart skipped a beat.
Her next-door neighbor was a high-powered executive, always returning from work around this time. They hardly interacted, just exchanged pleasantries in the morning.
The one thing that irked Sylvia was how nosy her neighbor could be, always keen on gathering gossip.
Last time, when Sylvia had a mosquito bite on her neck, the neighbor kept hinting and prodding about her boyfriend, even asking in their building's group chat.
If she saw Rupert here, Sylvia would becthe talk of the building by tomorrow.
The elevator numbers continued climbing steadily. Sylvia had a sinking feeling it was her neighbor.
Reluctantly, she conceded to Rupert's silent pressure, shooting him a glare as she hastily unlocked her door. Rupert followed at a leisurely pace.
The elevator dinged, and sure enough, there was her neighbor.
Sylvia spun around, grabbed Rupert's hand, and yanked him, inside, slamming the door shut just as her neighbor stepped out in her heels.
Sylvia thought she was in the clear, but then cthe knock.
"Ms. Lloyd, you home? I just got back from work and realized I'm out of balsamic vinaigrette. Could you spare some?" Sylvia's heart raced as she stood silently behind the door, hoping her neighbor would give up and leave. Suddenly, she felt a warm breath on her neck, making her gasp.
The neighbor knocked again. "Ms. Lloyd, I heard something. I brought you slasagna too." Rupert's breath was hot against Sylvia's neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to move away, but Rupert's long fingers found her neck.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis whisper in her ear was almost a purr. "Where's the scarf?" "Left it at the party. Either trashed or picked up by someone, I don't know," Sylvia replied, feigning indifference.
She wanted Rupert to know she didn't care about his things.
He leaned in closer, their shadows merging on the door.
Sylvia's neck stiffened as her pulse thudded under Rupert's warm fingers, as if her skin might be pierced at any moment. "Where is it?" "I don't kno-ugh."
Rupert seemed satisfied with her response, pressing his lips to hem neck with a possessive urgency.
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