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?"

toward her attire. "I

your apple pie is

warm apple pie felt like it could warm the whole body. Sylvia didn't press on with her question. Instead, she

"Sure."

took a bite, his gaze lingering on Sylvia's smile for a

back to college, which she didn't

towards the most

piece of ice in his glass, his movements thoughtful and lazily seductive. His

he drank, she felt his gaze

already draped his jacket over her shoulders and boldly

a rush of anxiety, hardly daring to look at Rupert as she hurriedly pulled Warren

...

reached the

It was Mrs. Fiona.

bit under

and after a signal from Sylvia, he slowly responded,

Sylvia quickly got out of the car. "Warren, give my

Call me if you need

advising her,