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.

could get far, the heavens opened up,

brakes came from behind, and

quickly approaching Sylvia with a black umbrella in hand, revealing

"Sylvia."

why are you here?"

Edwin, heard from your mom you'd left, didn't you know about

didn't notice," Sylvia

softly, tilting the umbrella towards Sylvia as they locked

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,

me take you home, don't catch a

"Thank you."

take the subway in

turned, a car slowly passed by, its slightly ajar

if in the midst of a passionate kiss

How impatient!

disgust, feeling uncomfortable as if she got bitten by a bug today. Just as Rupert turned to look their way, Sylvia tugged at Warren's sleeve. "Warren,