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."

It's her subtle gesture, something she would do when she's feeling shy. Rupert watched the scene, his lips pressed thin, an ominous aura surrounding him. With a

I was

game, fair play. You thought this would please me?" The man nodded fervently, hoping

in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her glamorous gown making her

was Sylvia. She seated in Warren's car, silently watching

laughed. "Who would've thought Uncle Rupert, of all people, could be so smitten with a

falling to her reddened

car. She had expected some praise, but Rupert started browsing

I guess I lived up to expectations," she

blocking my files."

sense of panic creeping into her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had been making things difficult for Sylvia was being

was clear they were

never take money for such tasks

while,

outside, as

was none of