Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 79

It felt like an eternity before Rupert finally released Sylvia. She slumped against the wall, her breaths short and rapid. Her lips, flushed and slightly parted, tested Rupert's self-control, pushing it to the very edge of reason. He made to move closer again, but Sylvia sharply

turned her face away.

"What are you playing at? One moment cold, the next sweet?"

"What do you mean?" Rupert casually wiped the trace of blood from his lips, a testament to how hard she had bitten him in her anger.

Listening to his nonchalant tone, Sylvia glared at him. "Can you seriously stand there and play dumb? All the things you've done for Bridget, do I really need to spell them out for you? If you love her that much, why do you treat me this way? Am I really that worthless to you, to be used and trampled on at will? Can your love drama not involve me? I'm not interested in the slightest!

Thanks for the hangover cure. I'm fine now."

With those words, Sylvia brushed past him, not looking back as she left.

...

In the private room.

spilled his drink

not seeing Rupert return, left the private room to use the restroom and overheard

those sounds meant, but she never imagined they would come

was just his nature, considering they were eventually to be married, and there would be plenty

was, visibly losing control over another

not to reveal her presence. She glanced at Sylvia, scoffed quietly to herself, and turned back toward the

those three lecherous men

Sylvia? What took her so long? She didn't pass out in the restroom,

she any less

touching up her makeup.

dress to impress. The men nodded,

pointing at the nearly

our principal alright? Maybe we should send

the principal out

left Bridget alone with

towards them. "Gentlemen, this drink is on behalf of Sylvia. Please, take good care of her