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.

could just provoke me and walk away?

times, but he only got closer. At that moment, voices of a young couple chatting came

you smell

burning up with

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

"Just one more kiss."

flirtation

playful smirk crossing

Sylvia said in a

of being caught?" Rupert's gaze

Yet, the

there? I wanna see

to push the man in

her voice, she demanded through gritted teeth,

pressed closer, deliberately rubbing his firm chest against her

breath lingered on her ear, his gaze inscrutable, punishingly gripping her body with every movement, making her feel utterly embarrassed under the broad daylight. "Who is it?