Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 613

This time, the bespectacled man hesitated. Sydney was right. If she died here, it would not be dismissed as a simple mistake. It would be fatal.

With the leaders of both the Sterling and Hutton families present, losing the hostage meant that none of them would leave the estate alive.

He considered it for a moment. "Aren't you a doctor yourself? What do you need? Medicine? Supplies? I can have someone bring them."

Letting her go was clearly not an option.

Sydney appeared to think it over, then replied evenly, "A cup of hot water and a warm coat."

He frowned. "You have a lot of demands.”

“I can't help it," Sydney said. "I'm cold."

She glanced across the empty terrace, then looked back at him."Aren't you cold?"

It was a winter night. No one was immune to the chill

again. Hot water was easy enough. Clothes were another matter. The villa had stood abandoned for years. There

the hallway. "Get her

back, irritation sharp in his voice. "No coat. Even if there were one, a pampered young lady like you wouldn't

mine." A calm female voice came from the

Sydney looked up.

attempts to stop her. She halted at the entrance to the terrace and went

she

her down jacket and held it

remained unresolved, and no one knew how

it inside and out, then tossed it to Sydney. "Put

it and looked at

the coat's delivered. You can leave now," the

not respond. She gave a single nod and returned

her vantage

backs to her. Tristan still wore an

coat. When her left hand slid free of the sleeve, her movement stalled

Something felt wrong.