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.

a haze, she thought she saw a figure by the window, a lit

when she opened her eyes, she was met with the

the officer handling your case. I've come

to sit

his testimony is now irrelevant. You're

just become schizophrenic out of the blue?" Sylvia's face turned pale, struggling to accept this turn of

board, certified by the authorities. It's a

was clear. Only someone with connections and influence could orchestrate

had to be related

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

rest," the officer

be engulfed by an all-consuming darkness. After

over for dinner at the Garcia family home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way of extending

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