He must have been stayed at Bridget''s ce.
In her past life, it was also this day that Rupert stayed over at Bridget''s, which eventually led to the birth of their son, Rufus.
Sylvia tightened her grip on the nket, thinking that without her in the picture, this family of three should finally find happiness. If only her Ste...
She caressed her belly, slowly drifting into sleep. In her dream, Ste was lying on herp, pestering her for stories. How wonderful.
...
When she woke up again, it was alreadyte morning.
The house was empty; as expected, Rupert hadn''te back.
Sylvia sat on the couch, her expression nk, not feeling sad because her heart had turned numb in her past life.
Anyway, she was going to witness Rupert splurging at auctions for Bridget. She''d see their son''s birthday bash that would be the talk of Kingstoria. And even see Rupert snatch away all her designs for Bridget''s career. Just as she was pondering, the sudden ring of her phone startled her. Seeing the caller ID, Sylvia quickly answered.
"Professor White."
"Sylvia, even though graduation is near, I urge you not to miss out on this golden opportunity. With your talent, winning the jewelry designpetition is within reach," Professor White advised earnestly.
In her past life, Sylvia had missed thepetition because of the debacle with Rupert. And it was Bridget who took her ce with her designs Rupert gave to Bridget, iming Sylvia owed her. This time, Sylvia was determined to fight for herself.
"I''m in!" she immediately dered.
Professor White sighed in relief, "Luckily I hesitated, and haven''t yet submitted Bridget''s application. We all really hoped you''d represent the school to take part in thepetition." "You can count on me. I''ll give it my all."
"That''s the spirit. Now, quickly fill out and send me the application form," urged Professor White.
"Will do."
After hanging up, Sylvia opened the nk application form and quickly filled it out.
When she tapped send, her hands trembled involuntarily.
This life, she was determined to take control of her destiny.
Seeing the confirmation message, she clenched her phone against her heart.
"Ste," she thought, "I promised you in my past life that I would be a great designer, and I will fulfill that promise in this life. I must live for myself!"
After calming her emotions, Sylvia got up, cleaned the guest room, and erased any traces of her stay. Then, she packed her bag and left.
She nned to return to school for a few days, taking advantage of the time given to graduates to look for jobs.
...
At the school.
Exiting the subway station, Sylvia saw a crowd gathered around a Maybach 62s.
A luxury car worth millions couldn''t hide its opulence even if it tried.
It was Rupert''s car.
As the door opened, Bridget stepped out in a flowing teal dress, each movement showcasing her perfection.
In the past, Bridget''s appearances were always enviable. But now, the crowd''s looks were oddly peculiar, and a couple of paparazzi rushed out of nowhere.
"Ms. Bridget Simpson, is the person in these photos you? Mr. Garcia has proposed to you, so why did you drug him? Is it because the Garcia family disapproves of your marriage, forcing you to resort to such measures?" "Ms. Simpson, you''ve been engaged for years, and now you''ve graduated. Are you hoping to secure your position through your child?"
"Ms. Simpson, or is it that your rtionship with Mr. Garcia has soured?"
Bridget retreated timidly, shaking her head in fear.
"Don''t treat me like this, I...I..."
"We''re still together." Rupert got out of the car, wrapping an arm around Bridget, offering his support. Under the shlights, his profound gaze showed a rare warmth.
Seeing this, Sylvia pressed her lips and walked away, deciding it was none of her business.
Let it be. Rupert could finally be with the one he loved.
However, Sylvia failed to notice Rupert''s gaze on her, his eyes filled with an unfathomable possessiveness.