Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 387

“I only have eyes for you.”

He pressed his hand firmly on the stack of files Ruby was trying to turn, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

Reluctantly, Ruby lifted her eyes and found herself staring into a pair of deep, shadowed eyes.

The resemblance to Cassian was so striking that she froze in surprise. Quickly, she looked away, irritation creeping into her voice. “If you keep this up, I’ll send you back to your uncle’s.”

She pushed Sylas’s hand away.

The only sound left in the silent office was the steady scratch of Ruby’s signature on the paperwork.

Sylas stood quietly, casting a looming shadow across her desk.

At last, the shadow receded.

Without a word, Sylas turned and left.

Ruby’s fountain pen hovered in midair for a long moment before she finally let out a long, weary sigh.

Sylas was still just a kid—she couldn’t act recklessly.

Ruby tried to return to her work, but the instant she put pen to paper, a sharp pain flared in her head. She had no choice but to set the files aside.

Rubbing her temples, she opened her laptop. Just as she feared, the first thing to fill the screen was a headline accompanied by a large photo of her and Sylas standing side by side.

She had to admit, the photographer Hanley had hired was a true professional. It was just a simple snapshot, yet somehow it looked like a carefully staged portrait of two people standing together as equals.

Ruby scrolled through the comments, unsurprised to find that most weren’t speculating about her relationship with Sylas. Instead, people were marveling over how well-matched they looked, and some were even trying to track down the photographer’s social media.

It all felt absurd—but against her better judgment, she saved the photo anyway.

Unbeknownst to her, that same news was playing on the upper floors of Veyne & Co.

The moment you stepped into the office, it felt like you’d walked straight into the Arctic—cold and forbidding.

Bennett shivered, catching sight of Cassian’s icy expression as he stared at his computer.

“Take down every photo and headline related to this. Now.”

Cassian’s voice was low and commanding the instant Bennett approached.

Bennett stole a glance at the screen and immediately understood the cause of Mr. Veyne’s frosty mood.

“Yes, sir,” he replied, swallowing hard, cold sweat prickling down his back.

…

The Grayson Group.

Hanley hurried over, thrusting a still-warm sheet of paper from the printer into Frieda’s hands.

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