Chapter 349: Worse than my brother
Varya glanced at her watch, irritation flickering in her eyes as she noted how late Sylvia was. Though she despised waiting, she kept her composure because meeting Sylvia was too important to let frustration get the better of her.
She took another sip of her second coffee, exhaling softly before picking up her phone to call Sylvia. Just as she was about to dial, a voice from behind interrupted her.
"I’m sorry for making you wait. I got an urgent work," Sylvia said, pulling out a chair. But the moment her gaze landed on Varya, her expression shifted from casual apology to shock. "You?" she blurted out, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Varya stood gracefully, meeting Sylvia’s stunned gaze. "I am Varya Sokolov," she introduced herself.
Sylvia’s surprise quickly morphed into irritation. "You got my number from Roger, didn’t you?" she accused.
"Yes," Varya admitted without hesitation. She gestured toward the chair. "Why don’t you sit?"
"I don’t want to talk to you," Sylvia snapped, crossing her arms defensively.
Varya chuckled lightly, unfazed by her hostility. "Have you always been this stubborn, Sylvia?" she mused. "I didn’t come here to fight with you."
"Did you forget what you did to me yesterday?" Sylvia demanded. Her eyes flickered around the café, taking in the peaceful atmosphere, now disrupted by their tense conversation.
With a sigh, she finally settled into the chair, placing her handbag on the one beside her. Only then did Varya sit as well.
Raising a hand slightly, Varya signaled the waiter. Sylvia ordered a coffee for herself, while Varya simply glanced at the cup already placed before her. The waiter jotted down the order and left without a word.