That familiar voice sent a jolt right through Yardley.
A second later, his dark eyes snapped open, and he violently ripped the mask off the woman's face!
Sylvia Stetson's face was instantly exposed. Though she still wore a bandage over the cut on her forehead, her makeup had been flawlessly applied to make her look soft, delicate, and entirely irresistible.
"Sylvia, what the hell are you doing?!"
Shocked and enraged, Yardley let out a furious roar and forcefully shoved Sylvia to the floor.
Sylvia curled up on the ground, her bare legs trembling against the cold floor. The flimsy fabric of her dress looked like it might slip off at any moment as her chest heaved unsteadily.
She covered her mouth, looking up at him with pitiful, tear-filled eyes.
"Yardley, do... do you really hate me that much? You don't want to be intimate with me at all?"
"Why could you agree to Veronica Thorne's advances in a heartbeat, but you refuse to even look at me? I'm not worse than Scarlett, and I'm definitely not worse than Veronica. We grew up together! We have over a decade of history. Neither of them can compare to me!"
Sylvia had guessed Yardley was here drinking his sorrows away from a photo Harbour had posted online.
Earlier, when Veronica had flirted with Yardley right in front of her, she hadn't stopped it, but the memory left her suffocating with anxiety.
She had finally earned the chance to be Yardley's woman. There was no way she was going to let some other girl steal the spot.
Since Veronica had made the first move, Sylvia decided to be even more aggressive. If they were playing games, she was going to go all in.
She had deliberately dressed in this incredibly revealing outfit and snuck into the bar, hoping to lock down her relationship with Yardley right then and there... But she hadn't expected him to recognize her from a single whisper.
Yardley's brows furrowed tightly as he stared at her coldly.


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