Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 330

Garrison stood in the doorway, dressed in a pale, moonlit-blue suit. The gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose caught the light, reflecting Ruby’s slightly raised, surprised eyebrow.

It struck her then—she hadn’t seen Garrison in quite some time.

He leaned casually, one elegant hand braced on the doorframe, the other pressed lightly against the door itself.

A moment later, both hands flattened on the door, blocking the entrance. “So, you have company,” he commented.

Sylas met Garrison’s gaze with a cool, unflinching stare, his eyes flicking briefly to Pamela.

Pamela, flustered, edged further behind Ruby, trying to make herself small.

“Miss Grayson, I was away at headquarters handling some business these past weeks. I only just got back to Veytura and heard what you’ve been through. I tried calling you twice, but couldn’t get through. In a bit of a panic, I went to find Pamela, and she kindly brought me here to Southgarde Estate to wait for you. My apologies for barging in like this.”

Garrison looked at Ruby and offered a polite smile, though his gaze lingered just a heartbeat longer than necessary as it drifted away.

The young man’s entire attire screamed custom-tailored luxury, the kind reserved for the world’s elite. Clearly, he wasn’t just anyone. Ruby found herself surprised—she hadn’t expected someone of his stature to be here with her.

“It certainly was a bit forward,” Sylas remarked dryly, giving a slow, almost theatrical clap.

Garrison’s brow twitched as he lifted his eyes to meet Sylas’s. Sylas, unbothered and even a little provocative, just shrugged with a challenging glint in his eye, making no attempt to hide his disdain or arrogance.

Their gazes collided in midair, the tension crackling between them, almost electric.

Pamela could only cringe inwardly, the awkwardness nearly suffocating.

But Ruby remained composed, far more so than the others.

Sylas’s reward was a long, warning glare from Ruby across the room.

He huffed, biting back the sharper retort he’d been ready to unleash.

“Miss Grayson, we’ll take our leave now,” said the moving crew leader, wiping his brow. His team had worked quickly, putting everything in perfect order.

“Thank you for your help,” Ruby replied with a polite smile, seeing them out.

They nodded, but couldn’t help sneaking a few curious glances back inside before leaving—there was something unusual in the air, after all.

Only then did Ruby turn to the two men in her living room.

Garrison sat upright on the sofa, posture impeccable. By contrast, Sylas sprawled across the couch, arms draped lazily along the back, legs stretched out. His attitude was pure unbothered swagger, radiating a certain audacious confidence.

The two men remained silent, Garrison quietly taking in his surroundings, while Sylas openly, almost brazenly, stared at him.

At last, Garrison, visibly uncomfortable under Sylas’s scrutiny, cleared his throat and asked, “And this gentleman is…?”