As she spoke, Sylvia was already darting to the other side of the bed to grab the documents, picking them up and neatly stacking them back on the bed.
By the time she returned to Rupert, he had already unbuttoned half of his shirt. Sylvia glanced down at his exposed abs, feeling a sudden dryness in her mouth.
She closed her eyes and quickly undid the remaining buttons, wiping her hands hastily.
"You're all set. My lunch break is almost over, so I better get going."
"Sylvia," Rupert called out softly, "Did you come to see me?"
Sylvia clenched her fist, her tone light and breezy. "No, I just came to bring lunch to Edwin! And, you know, check on you."
With that, she dashed out.
Rupert stared at the empty doorway. "Stubborn," he murmured.
Suddenly, he recalled Bailey’s words about him—stubborn as a mule.
It was pretty spot-on.
Rupert touched the cooling pad on his forehead and grinned slightly.
...
After leaving Rupert's room, Sylvia quickly bid farewell to Edwin and exited through the private elevator, like a ghost leaving no trace. She was confident that even if someone asked the receptionist, they’d say they hadn’t seen her.
It wasn’t until she was a safe distance away from the Garcia Group building that Sylvia finally allowed herself to breathe deeply, clutching her chest as a strange pang of pain shot through it.
Finally, she dialed Warren’s number.
"Sylvia, what's up, calling me at this hour?"
"Warren, if you manage to sign the contract Bailey has, you’ll be able to secure a key position at the Garcia Group, right?" Sylvia asked.
There was a long pause on the other end before Warren responded.
"Yes. Grandpa sees this deal as crucial, opening up a new market for the Garcia Group."
"I'll give you the contract details. You go sign it."
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