Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 55

She couldn't keep her composure and blurted out, "Rupert, your neck..."

As Sylvia heard this, her interest was piqued. She really wanted to see how Rupert would handle being questioned by the woman he loved.

Peeking discreetly, she found herself caught in a profound gaze that unnervingly suggested danger and aggression.

Rupert, with a calm and collected demeanor, gently touched the mark on his neck and casually said, "Bumped into something."

Sylvia felt a heat rush down her spine, quickly shut the door, and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath.

Outside the door.

Bridget was shocked; it was the first time Rupert had ever brushed her off like this.

"Is there a problem?" Rupert lowered his eyes, his slightly disheveled hair falling over his forehead, giving him a rebelliously charming look. "Not at all."

Bridget forced a compliant smile, turned and left the bedroom, her hurried steps betraying her inner turmoil. She knew the sounds she had heard through the door couldn't have been made by just one person. That woman was in the bathroom! And Rupert was covering for her!

Who could she be?

A flash of fury crossed Bridget's eyes as she caught sight of a handbag peeking out from behind the couch.

over quickly, recognizing what it

was Sylvia's bag!

fuming to maintain her good image, Bridget kicked

gaze turned even colder. After all, Sylvia, with her

...

receding footsteps, Sylvia cautiously opened the door, only to find Rupert leaning casually against the door frame, hooking a small

it,

body heat rising in the charged atmosphere, adding a layer of

leaned in closer, "What

lips clenched tightly, her hair becoming a mess instantly, sticking to her flushed cheeks like the most radiant rubies, alluring people to cradle and ravage at the same time Rupert, holding her chin, kissed her forcefully, easily breaking

"Say it."

along Sylvia's leg,

he had lost his mind, especially with Bridget just outside! But he was indeed

managed to say through gritted

barely able to hide his heavy

as she watched him as he lifted her

the

underwear back to her. Sylvia clutched it tightly

from her bath, Rupert and Bridget were gone. Looking at the disheveled bed, she