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."

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

was wrong!

"Didn't I remind you before the game, fair play. You thought this would please

man's eyes rolled back in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her glamorous gown making her look like a

She seated in Warren's car, silently

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

agreed, her gaze falling to her reddened fingers, lost

into the car. She had expected some praise, but Rupert started browsing through files

I guess I lived up to expectations," she said with a

my files."

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

was clear they

it again! I'll never take money for such

while, Rupert didn't

as if

was none