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But before she could ask, Rupert hurriedly picked up his phone.
On the other end, Reese's gentle voice drifted through.
"When are you coming home? I'm waiting for you."
"I'll be right there."
Rupert didn't even realize it, but as soon as he answered, his tone softened and he instinctively let go of Sylvia's
hand.
Sylvia rubbed her wrist, eyes lowered, and quietly slipped out of the car while he was distracted.
By the tRupert hung up, Sylvia was long gone.
He glanced at Orson. "When did she leave?"
Orson gave a helpless shrug. "While you were on the phone."
"Did she say anything?"
"N-no, Ms. Lloyd didn't say a word." Orson's voice trailed off.
Rupert leaned back in his seat, letting the darkness swallow him. He lit a cigarette
in silence, the smoke curling around him like a ghost in the mist.
"Let's go. And tomorrow-ordera bouquet of flowers."
His voice was rough, tight.
Back at Soho Bay.
As soon as he stepped inside, the warm scent of dinner hit him.
Then, out of nowhere, someone rushed over and threw their arms around him.
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Rupert gently untangled himself, keeping his distance. He gave a noncommittal "Yeah," and brushed past her.
Reese caught the strong smell of smoke on him and frowned a little. "Rough day at work?"
"No."
His face was all cold, making it clear he didn't want to talk about it.
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Rupert drank half a bowl! of soup and said quietly, "You should go to bed. I'll clean
up."
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"Reese, don't say things like that. None of this is your fault."
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With trembling hands, she slid them under his shirt and tugged at his belt,
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She pressed her cheek to his back, her voice choked with tears.
Rupert slowly released her hands, which felt like a silent agreement.
Her eyes burned as hope finally flickered to life.
But just as she fumbled nervously with his shirt buttons, Rupert brushed her hands away.
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