Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 53

"Rupert? Rupert!" Bridget's voice was drawing closer from outside the door.

Sylvia was frozen solid, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. The mere thought of Bridget catching them in such a state sent her into a panic. Bridget was cunning and a born actress; she wouldn't let Sylvia off the hook easily. And Rupert, he always sided with Bridget. Sylvia didn't stand a chance. She pressed down on Rupert's wandering arm, pleading, "S-Stop, please. The person you love is Bridget."

She reminded Rupert in hope of awakening some sense in him with the two's affection. But to her dismay, Rupert didn't stop. Instead, his hand ventured under her shirt, his fingertips trailing paths that left her shivering. He leaned closer, his voice husky, "Calling me 'uncle' in this context does have a certain... appeal."

Sylvia was mortified. In a moment of desperation, she kicked the door with her foot.

Bang!

The sound echoed throughout the room.

knocking, "Rupert? Are you in

who loved Bridget deeply, could bear to let Bridget

only heightened her sense of dread as his face inched closer, menacingly. With a rip, Sylvia's shirt tore

arms around herself. Her clothes were still

long and

were pressed together, their warmth mingling. His voice was a low growl, "You were the same that

her lip, feeling humiliated. Her sincere feelings had turned into a mockery. She knew no matter what she said, Rupert had made up his mind that she was the one who had drugged him. Otherwise...there was no explaining the series of

up in the same room, and she was so

lips grazing her ear, sending shivers down her

felt no joy, only stiffness throughout her body, as

it impossible for her to leave. Every encounter was merely an outlet for him. Afterward, he would coldly pull away, stating that

she endured, for eight long