Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 47

Tristan had never been particularly fond of Bridget's background. However, thankfully, Bridget had a good reputation and image, a far better companion for Rupert than the other messy figures he'd been seen with. But at the press conference, Bridget had been a major letdown.

Rupert's face remained stoic, his responses chillingly indifferent.

"Yeah."

After the brief exchange, they left together.

Moments later, Bridget emerged from behind a decorative rockery, her hands twisting the hem of her dress almost to breaking point out of anxiety.

She was determined to win!

...

Naomi had offered Sylvia to stay the night, but Sylvia declined. The Garcia Manor held nothing but bad memories for her. It reminded her of the scorn she faced in her past life, and of her poor daughter.

So, as dusk approached, she left. But she'd hardly gotten far when a sudden gale picked up, the sky turned a foreboding gray as if ready to unleash a deluge.

she could get far, the heavens opened

screeching brakes came from behind, and she turned, shielding her head with her

car, quickly approaching Sylvia with a black umbrella in hand, revealing

"Sylvia."

why are you here?" Sylvia

heard from your mom you'd left, didn't

notice," Sylvia admitted

softly, tilting the umbrella

beautiful face slightly pale but her lips strikingly vivid, exuded a fragile allure. Her clothes, clinging to her from the rain, outlined her figure perfectly. Warren glanced at her only for a moment before his breath hitched, and he quickly averted his gaze, pulling out a

you home, don't catch a

"Thank you."

she couldn't possibly take the subway

its slightly ajar window revealing two figures. Rupert

in the

How impatient!

if she got bitten by a bug today. Just as Rupert turned to look their