Chapter 205

Sylvia’s POV The moment I turned away from Noah, my carefully constructed mask slipped. I stormed into Frostline Enterprises with ice in my veins and fire in my chest. The lobby staff scattered like prey before a predator, avoiding eye contact as I passed. Even the receptionist who normally greeted me with a cheerful "Good afternoon, Miss Frost!" suddenly became fascinated with her computer screen. Charna paced restlessly beneath my skin. Seeing Caesar with Helena had awakened something primal in me—something I hadn't anticipated when we'd agreed to our arrangement. I slammed my office door hard enough that the sleek glass walls trembled precariously. The resounding crash echoed through the otherwise silent executive floor, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing inside me. Twenty minutes later, a hesitant, almost timid knock interrupted my brooding. "Come in," I growled, not bothering to soften my tone. The rough edge in my voice was a warning. Henry peeked in cautiously, like a