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."

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 click, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then slowly

I was

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

tip into the man's forehead. The man's eyes rolled back in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked

seated in Warren's car, silently watching the fairy-tale

Rupert, of all people, could be so smitten with a

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

Bridget, arm in arm with Rupert, got into the car. She had expected some praise, but Rupert started browsing through files instead. Bridget's face fell, but she didn't dare to question him, tentatively offering him

to expectations,"

aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget went pale,

her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had been making things difficult for Sylvia was

was clear they were

"I won't do it again! I'll never take money

while,

outside, as

none of