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

Sylvia took a sip, only to spit it out immediately. Staring at the clear liquid, she was lost in thought, her eyes tinged with bitterness. This coffee...was something she hated the

coffee was bad. In fact, it was an expensive variety, something most families couldn't

was told by someone she didn't deserve such luxuries. Upon her arrival at the Garcia Manor, she had little knowledge about things there and found herself often making blunders despite her cautiousness. Seeing her mother and Edwin exhausted from social engagements, she thought to brew some coffee

deserve to drink? Even selling you wouldn't cover

of your mother, you think you're special? Even your mother would have

of stealing turned Sylvia pale as she frantically explained that Edwin had allowed her

of coffee. This incident, witnessed by Rupert who was

if to remind her of her burdensome status within the Garcia family. Perhaps he shared that belief. Lost in thought, Rupert's phone lit up on the table, a message

my favorite coffee

coffee, Sylvia felt even colder. So, this coffee was actually Bridget's favorite. True love,

herself for her foolish