Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 73

"Don't move," he whispered low.

"What's up?" Sylvia asked, puzzled.

"There's a streamer in your hair. Let me get it."

Warren's hand brushed through her hair, his fingers lingering as his gaze shifted. He leaned in slightly, catching the scent of her hair.

Sylvia's face blushed as she felt Warren close, blocking her head with her hands.

"I...I forgot to wash my hair. Does it smell weird?"

Warren chuckled, "No, it smells great."

"Warren, you're such a joker," Sylvia said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Let's go, my car is at the side entrance."

"Okay."

watched the scene, his lips pressed thin, an ominous aura surrounding him. With a click, he lit a cigarette, took a

I was

a cloud of smoke, his voice cold, "Didn't I remind you before the game, fair play. You thought

man's eyes rolled back in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards

watching was Sylvia. She seated in

of all

Sylvia agreed, her gaze falling to her reddened fingers, lost

but Rupert started browsing through files instead. Bridget's face fell, but she didn't

up to expectations," she said with a

the trophy aside. "It's blocking my files."

window, the reporter who had been making things difficult

their skills, it was

reporter screamed, "I won't do it again! I'll never

while, Rupert

as

was none of his