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 here.

apple 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

"Sure."

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

Warren said he'd drive Sylvia back to college, which she didn't refuse since it wasn't convenient to travel

more glance towards the most secluded spot

movements thoughtful

his gaze on

had already draped his jacket over her shoulders and boldly waved at Rupert. "Uncle,

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

...

reached the college,

It was Mrs. Fiona.

under the weather. Could

brows knitted together, and after a signal from Sylvia, he slowly responded,

Sylvia quickly got out of the

do. Call me if you need

her, Warren