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.

strode over quickly, recognizing

was Sylvia's

her good image, Bridget kicked the bag, sending its contents

she looked at the mess, her gaze turned even colder. After all, Sylvia, with her disabled hand, wouldn't

...

receding footsteps, Sylvia cautiously opened the door, only to find Rupert leaning casually against

flushed as she reached to snatch it, but the man pinned her

bathroom enveloped them, their body heat rising in the charged atmosphere, adding a layer

in closer, "What were

her hair becoming a mess instantly, sticking to her flushed cheeks like the most

"Say it."

Sylvia's leg, becoming

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

lips, she managed to say through gritted teeth, "Uncle,

the man was barely able to hide

cheeks turned even redder as she watched him as he

is the

Sylvia clutched it tightly and retreated

Bridget were gone. Looking at the disheveled bed, she quickly dressed and left. In the