Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 8

It was chilling.

Just like in the past life, when she spoke to him, he was always distant, cold, and dripping with disdain.

He had pegged her as a woman full of schemes. Her explanations were nothing but sophistry to him.

So, she didn't bother explaining anymore.

Sylvia forced a bitter smile, "Like I said, the person in the photo isn't me. Since Bridget doesn't claim it, we might as well ask Uncle himself.

But it's funny, Bridget, you and Uncle are engaged. It's only natural for you two to do something intimate. Rupert didn't even object just now, why the rush to explain? It's as if you're saying you don't love him." Throwing mud, she could do it too. She had learned it from Bridget in a past life, after all.

Bridget's face stiffened, and without even adjusting her expression, she turned around, shaking her head repeatedly.

"No, it's not that. I love Rupert, I just don't want to lie, that's all."

"If you don't want to lie, why slander me? Besides..." Sylvia locked eyes with Rupert, emphasizing every word, "Besides, is Rupert the only man in the world? Could the child not belong to someone else?" She swore to herself, "Rupert, in this lifetime, I'd rather be involved with a stranger than have anything to do with you!"

As Rupert heard this, his knuckles turned white, his gaze unfathomable.

a deep voice, he

said, you aren't the only man in the world! I could carry anyone's child, but it would never be yours!

squinted, his presence overpowering, almost making Sylvia lose

quickly turned away, looking

If not, I'm quite tired and will go rest

She turned to leave.

tone became harsher, his voice terrifying, "Who

taken aback. No one expected Rupert to ask

lowered her gaze, hiding all

this point, how could he not know who it

her phone and glanced at it briefly; then looking at

brow furrowed subtly; the man who thought he controlled everything

came

for Ms. Sylvia

is here. Outsiders aren't allowed in the community,

stepped forward and took the opaque

Sylvia, under everyone's gaze, walked

It was morning-after pills.