NovelEnglishChapter 100
As Sylvia was lost in thought, the comforting aroma of coffee wafted to her nose. Lifting her head, she found a
steaming cup sitting beside her, as if it had appeared out of nowhere. After a brief moment of surprise, her gaze
shifted back to Rupert.
He stood casually, a fork in one hand and the other tucked into the pocket of his jeans. His crisp shirt
accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame, the epitof effortless composure. But this image didn't
quite align with the one she had in her mind.
Silently sipping her coffee, Sylvia soon found Rupert placing a bow! of freshly cooked pasta in front of her.
"Eat up."
Snapping back to reality, Sylvia pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, thanks. I'm not hungry."
But her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl, flushing her cheeks with embarrassment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRupert, holding the bowl, raised an eyebrow slightly. "Shall | feed you?"
Knowing he was a man of his word, Sylvia quickly took the bowl from him.
Then, silence fell between them.
Rupert leaned back against the counter, lighting a cigarette, his gaze fixed on her through a thin veil of smoke.
Pretending not to notice, Sylvia took a bite of the pasta, momentarily stunned. As she suspected, Rupert was no
stranger to the kitchen. The pasta was cooked perfectly, any longer and it would have been too soft. But why
would he know how to cook?
Unable to voice her question, Sylvia continued to eat in silence. As she was finishing, Rupert casually asked,
"Why did you leave the hospital?"
Sylvia paused, her eyes on the clear broth of her pasta. "You're asking about the prenatal checkup, aren't you?"
Rupert, still smoking, gave a silent affirmation.
Tears welled up in Sylvia's eyes as she turned her gaze to the stars outside the window, her stomach churning.
If Rupert had seen the report, he would know the results. His question again meant he didn't believe her. Even
now, he saw her as a scheming woman, trying to climb the social ladder through pregnancy. But he would never
understand what she had lost trying to escape him.
Putting down her utensils, Sylvia got up from the island counter, looking at him squarely, "The checkup was
arranged by your friend. If you still don't believe me, we can do it again. I'm free tomorrow." Find
Rupert's expression hardened instantly, his eyes cold. "So the pasta goes to waste."
Sylvia retorted, "I can throw it up for you. Didn't you say I'm a dog?"
Rupert was speechless.
With that, she hopped away. Worried Rupert might actually make her vomit, she hurried off, limping slightly.
Back in the yard, the house was as quiet as when she had left. Her gaze fell on the antique clock on the wall - it
was nearly midnight. Why hadn't Naomi and Edwin returned from their social engagement?
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