Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 75

So he use her innocence as a shield once again.

In her past life, after that night of passion, he had used her to silence the whispers, using her as a barrier to pave a way for Bridget. And now, history was repeating itself. Sylvia lost her appetite, listlessly setting down her phone, and gazed out the window, feeling utterly breathless.

Across from her, Warren frowned. "What's wrong? You look pale."

Sylvia took a sip of water, trying to regain some composure. "It's nothing, I'm just full."

She didn't want to drag Warren into this mess.

Warren looked at her, tenderly reaching out. "You're all grown up, yet you still manage to get food on your face?" "What?"

Before Sylvia could comprehend, Warren's hand was already on her cheek, gently wiping the corner of her mouth.

Sylvia was taken aback but instinctively flinched away.

"I can do it myself."

"It's clean." Warren said.

"Thanks." Sylvia wiped the corner of her mouth and glanced down at her dress. "Warren, this dress must have been expensive, right? Can it be returned?"

Warren paused. "The dress?"

nodded toward her

pie is

pies in front of them. The mouthwatering aroma was inviting, especially in the midst of fall. Eating a warm apple pie felt like it could warm the whole body. Sylvia didn't press on with her question. Instead, she smiled and said, "Warren, try

"Sure."

a bite, his gaze lingering

which she didn't refuse since it wasn't

more glance towards the

glass, his movements thoughtful and lazily

drank, she felt his gaze on her,

his jacket over her shoulders

felt a rush of anxiety, hardly daring to

...

soon as they reached the college, Warren's

It was Mrs. Fiona.

under the weather. Could

together, and after a signal from

hanging up, Sylvia quickly got out of the

Call me if you

her,