The Monster at My Feet novel Chapter 37

It was practically poison, yet Caspian hadn't even flinched. He had actually praised her.

Did the man lack taste buds?

Tsk.

She had been hoping to catch a different expression on his face.

Sylvie was no fool.

On the contrary, she possessed a razor-sharp instinct for reading people.

She could tell that Caspian's attitude toward her was incredibly bizarre.

His motives were entirely questionable.

It was all so vague and unresolved.

This subtle loss of control gave her an inexplicable thrill.

It felt like watching him through freezing, dark waters, his silhouette blurred, everything else suppressed like a suffocating abyss.

She felt a sudden urge to strip away his disguise.

To dissect him, to examine his heart, his veins, and his bones.

"What's wrong?" Sylvie asked, tilting her head innocently. "How is it, Penelope?"

Penelope forced a strained smile.

"It's not bad."

If Mr. Graves hadn't complained, she certainly wasn't going to.

Besides, from now on, Sylvie's coffee was only ever going to be for him anyway.

"Really? That's great!" A look of genuine joy spread across the girl's face.

"One chocolate latte and one grape Americano."

A woman's voice drifted in from the entrance.

Sylvie slipped right back into character, her voice sugary sweet. "Welcome in!"

It was a familiar face.

Gillian Gale, the same girl who had tried to force a Long Island Iced Tea down her throat at the bar, walked in arm-in-arm with Lydia.

Both of them froze when they saw Sylvie.

Lydia merely looked surprised, but a mocking smirk quickly spread across Gillian's face.

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