Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 42

It felt like how she nestled in his arms at that wild night.

Rupert inexplicably lifted his hand, intending to caress her cheek, but his fingers curled back just before touching her. In the end, he lowered his hand.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a new message.

Rupert frowned slightly and got up to leave.

...

Sylvia was utterly exhausted.

Ever since her unexpected second chance at life began, she'd been on edge, the mental strain making her sleep anything but peaceful. Especially since she felt like someone was watching her.

figure by the window, a lit cigarette in hand, its glow flickering uncertainly, making

met with the comforting presence of a female

immediately explained her presence, "Hello, I'm the officer handling your case. I've come

to sit up. "What's going

testimony is now irrelevant. You're off the hook, and he'll be transferred to a psychiatric facility since Ms. Simpson has

Sylvia's face turned pale, struggling to accept this turn of

certified

with connections and

that someone had to be related to

it hard to breathe. Reality had dealt her another harsh blow. If she wanted to stand a chance against Bridget,

should get some rest," the officer said with a

feeling like she was about to be engulfed by an all-consuming darkness. After what felt like an eternity, she remembered to reassure

you to come over for dinner at the Garcia family home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way of extending an olive branch." "I

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