Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 28

Early in the morning, there were few people around the university gate.

Sylvia, weary to her bones, was practically dragged into the car by Rupert; despite her struggling, there was always a strong force pulled her back.

Looking up, she realized he was almost teasing her, as if her attempts to get away were just a way to draw him in.

Exhausted, she finally let her arms fall limply by her side. Rupert pulled her closer, lifting her chin and touching the red mark on her forehead. "Looks like someone never learns. Why did you leave the hospital?"

His tone was casual, as if he hadn't been the one insisting on her settlement just days ago.

Sylvia looked at him, feeling as though she could never truly understand him, not from her past life, not the current.

When she remained silent, Rupert tightened his grip on her chin. She felt like a doll in Rupert's hands, to be moved and manipulated at his whim.

Feeling humiliated, Sylvia clenched her teeth and forcefully slapped his hand away.

The sound echoed loudly in the confined space of the car, plunging it into silence.

Rupert's hand bore the mark of her fingers, stark against his pale skin.

reason, and then quickly turned her face

your concern. I know you're busy, so I

reached for the door, only

standing outside, seemed to catch the sound and

suddenly made Sylvia recall the weight of

lighting a cigarette with an ease that soon filled the car with smoke, obscuring his

mocking laughter, "Drugged me and got intimate with

protested, though her voice carried a

"Evidence."

She had none.

what had happened or why she had ended up in Rupert's room. And yet...in the end, she

reluctance had turned

as he looked at her,

"I'd rather not. Don't forget you have a fiancée

provoke Rupert in

cold light in his eyes made her shiver uncontrollably. Just when she thought

gently pulled her closer, their faces inches apart, their

turned even paler,

did you forget