Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 189

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Meanwhile, Sylas hurried after Ruby, who was striding away.

He reached out to stop her. Ruby shot him a frosty look, her eyes cold and unreadable.

Sylas's heart skipped a beat, and when he spoke, his voice was cautious. "Rue…"

Ruby cut him off with a raised hand.

"I've called a friend to pick me up. Cassian was right—we should keep our distance."

With that, she turned and walked away, not a hint of hesitation in her step.

Sylas stood frozen, breath caught in his chest. He'd caught up to her, but it didn't matter—he could only watch as she disappeared down the street.

Ruby moved like a gust of wind, and before long, she'd slid into the back seat of the car Victor had sent for her.

The driver greeted her with unusual respect, reminding her to buckle up. Catching her gaze in the rearview mirror, he spoke with sincere deference, "Miss Ruby, Mr. Hargrove is busy overseeing the new research facility. He said that if you're interested, he'd be happy to give you a tour. Otherwise, I'll take you wherever you'd like to go."

Ruby considered for a moment, then told the driver to head back to Northridge Manor to pick up Mira.

When she returned to the manor, the nanny had just finished feeding Mira.

Fed and content, Mira looked up at Ruby with wide, sparkling eyes and a sweet, toothless grin.

As Ruby gazed at her daughter's delicate features, her mind wandered unexpectedly to Cassian's stern expression.

She remembered the way he'd looked at Gennifer's swollen ankle—how he hadn't said a word, but his eyes had been full of silent accusation when he looked at Ruby.

Ruby bit her lip, a heavy sadness settling over her.

How could he not see through such a clumsy scheme? Was he so blindly fond of Gennifer, or did he simply never take Ruby seriously?

Frustration pressed on her chest, and she asked the driver to speed up.

She lowered the window, letting the rush of wind tangle her hair and clear her mind.

As soon as the car pulled up, Victor—already waiting by the door—stepped out to greet her.

Passersby couldn't help but stare.

They were all distinguished researchers, well aware of Victor's standing in the international scientific community. Anyone Mr. Hargrove personally welcomed had to be someone extraordinary.

They lingered nearby, curious to see what sort of VIP would step out of his car.