Chapter 2122


    Old Mr. Quintin red, his voice resounding through the living room, "You said at lunch you were


    the man of the house."


    Old Mr. Jarvis, puffing out his chest, retorted, "You really think I''m the king of the castle just because


    I wanted someone to y chess with?"


    Old Mr. Quintin fell silent, a grunt his only reply.


    Old Mr. Jarvis chuckled, "It''s not that. You know how stubborn Gab can be. Aren''t you worried about


    Evelyn getting the short end of the stick?"


    "Not one bit. Marrying her into your family, I''d sleep like a baby." Old Mr. Quintin snorted.


    "Just got Nora back and you''re already looking to marry her off? What''s your angle?" Old Mr. Jarvis


    asked with a suspicious sneer.


    Old Mr. Quintin quickly said, "I''m just setting things up for Nora. No rush on the wedding bells."


    "Don''t worry, my boy''s single and ready to mingle. Better have Viviane back and get that


    paternity test done pronto." Old Mr. Jarvis chimed in.


    The mention of Vivian silenced Old Mr. Quintin.


    Upstairs, Evelyn, dressed in her newly bought outfit, overheard their conversation. She bit her lip


    thoughtfully and, with a flicker in her eyes, turned back upstairs.


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    After sending Gabriel the message, Sylvia took a bath, soaking in the warm water. When she


    emerged and saw no reply from Gabriel, she poured herself a ss of wine. Curled up on the


    couch, clutching her unicorn plushie, she alternated between sipping her drink and ying mobile


    games.


    After losing two rounds and finishing her wine, she tossed her phone aside, intending to head to


    bed. But just then, the doorbell rang.


    Sylvia hesitated before heading to the door.


    Opening it, she found Gabriel standing outside, exuding a frosty aura that matched the chilly night


    air. d in just a champagne silk nightie, she shivered and quickly stepped back, "Come in, it''s


    freezing."


    Gabriel entered, and Sylvia fetched the slippers he''d leftst time.


    As he turned to change shoes, Sylvia wrapped her arms around him from behind, her hands deftly


    unbuttoning his shirt under his coat.


    Gabriel turned, shedding his coat, and enveloped her in a kiss.


    Sylvia closed her eyes, lost in the passionate embrace.


    Eventually, Gabriel broke their kiss and with a teasing smile asked, "Didn''t you invite me for tea?


    Why are you drinking alone?"


    Sylvia, her bath-fresh face making her look innocent but her lips painted seductive, tiptoed to nip at


    his jaw, "Thought you weren''ting, so I switched to wine."


    "So you had a backup n, huh? Which was the reserve, tea or wine?" Gabriel asked with a yful


    smirk.


    "Wine''s for the asional buzz, but tea... that''s the rich,sting vor that lingers," Sylvia replied,


    gazing up at him.


    Gabriel, his eyes dark and deep, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the living room couch.


    The wine ss on the coffee table was empty and the tea had cooled, but the scent still hung in the


    air, refusing to dissipate.


    Sylvia, responding eagerly to his kisses, tore at his shirt, her hands climbing his strong arms, pulling


    him ever closer to her.


    His body still carried the chill of the night, which she kissed away, warmth meeting cold.


    At the Royal Mansion


    Jonathan had someone buy ointment for Estelle''s bruised hands, along with a bunch of scar


    removal creams.


    He teased her, "You could start a pharmacy with all these."


    Estelle shrugged nonchntly, "Lucky for me, I don''t scar easily. Otherwise, I''d be a map of battles


    past."