Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 18

"Didn't you say you weren't into me? Then what's this diary all about?"

"You've got it all wrong. It's just some scribbles, doesn't prove a thing," Sylvia said, her face emotionless as she tried to push him away.

At the mention of scribbles, Rupert's eyes narrowed, "Is that so?"

In the next moment, to Sylvia's astonishment, he reached into the fire, pulling out a half-burnt sheet of paper.

Glancing at the elegant handwriting, he repeated the words in a deep tone, "I fancy you."

Rupert held the charred paper between his fingers, his demeanor lazy and indifferent, his expression cold and detached despite the sentimental words.

He had always been indifferent and ruthless towards her, she knew that.

But the mocking look in his eyes made Sylvia feel stifled and rigid. As if her past affection was nothing but dirt in his eyes, unworthy of attention.

Sylvia's shoulders trembled slightly as she struggled to suppress her emotions, speaking calmly, "It's nameless, doesn't have to be you. It could be anyone, but definitely not you."

Rupert, who pulled her closer. Rupert leaned in slowly,

then? Sylvia, thought you could just provoke me and walk away? No

he only got closer. At that moment, voices of a young

you smell something

I'm burning

joking with you? You...ugh...stop it! Don't kiss me like

"Just one more kiss."

with flirtation and affection,

involuntarily shivering. Rupert noticed, a playful smirk crossing his handsome

Sylvia said

up, not afraid of being caught?" Rupert's gaze

lip. Yet, the couple seemed

see who's ruining

nervously, unable to

demanded

Rupert pressed closer, deliberately rubbing his firm chest against her as if to ignite

every movement, making her feel utterly embarrassed under the broad daylight.