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.

his drink and

Rupert return, left the private room to use the

exactly what those sounds meant, but she never imagined

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

losing control over another woman, like a beast starved

took a step forward but then hesitated, choosing not to reveal her presence. She glanced at Sylvia, scoffed quietly to herself, and turned

those three

Sylvia? What took her so long? She didn't pass

her jaw. How was she any less than Sylvia, that everyone

touching up her

dress to impress. The men nodded, assuming Sylvia was primping for

pointing at the nearly

principal alright? Maybe we should send him home to rest if he's that

of him." The others stood up to assist the principal out of the room, eager to

left Bridget alone with

men. She raised her glass towards them. "Gentlemen, this drink is on