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."

who pulled her closer. Rupert leaned

me and walk away? No

closer. At that moment,

you smell something

burning

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

"Just one more kiss."

filled with flirtation

a playful smirk crossing

Sylvia said in

afraid of being caught?" Rupert's

bit her lip. Yet, the couple seemed

see who's

unable to

she demanded through gritted teeth,

rubbing his firm chest against her as if to ignite

her ear, his gaze inscrutable, punishingly gripping her body with every movement, making her feel utterly embarrassed under the broad daylight. "Who is it? Or shall we let others see what