Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 50

Sylvia was caught off guard, a flush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to her, the sliver of an open door had perfectly framed her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair cascaded down her fair back, and the barely concealed breasts that were covered by her arm danced with every movement, as if on the brink of revelation. Rupert clenched his ring on his thumb, a gesture that barely contained a surge of impulse.

Outmatched, Sylvia forcefully shut the door. Gazing at the man's shirt and trousers, she had no other choice but to don them.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Rupert was lounging on the sofa, nursing a cup of coffee.

The aroma of the coffee filled the room, instantly soothing the mind.

Sylvia approached, and perhaps it was the heat of the coffee, but Rupert spilled half of it after a swift glance in her direction.

Yet, he quickly regained composure, simply stating, "Have some coffee."

setting down his cup, he excused himself for a

at the clear liquid, she was lost in thought, her eyes tinged with bitterness. This

type of coffee was bad. In fact,

making blunders despite her cautiousness. Seeing her mother and Edwin exhausted from social engagements, she thought to brew some coffee as a gesture of comfort. Venturing into the pantry, overwhelmed by the vast selection, she picked at random. But no sooner had she begun to brew the coffee, a maid barged in and berated

this something you think you deserve to

special? Even your mother would have to beg me

explained that

incident, witnessed by Rupert who was passing by, resulted in the maid's immediate

within the Garcia family. Perhaps he shared

my favorite coffee is

the coffee, Sylvia felt even colder. So, this coffee was actually Bridget's

heart sank, chiding herself for her foolish