Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 87

She couldn't blame Fiona.

"Warren, the weather's been all over the place lately, and Mrs. Fiona hasn't been feeling well. You should go check on her."

Sylvia had even thought of an excuse.

Warren looked at her, a bittersweet smile on his face. "Then, I'll be off."

"Goodbye."

After seeing Warren off, Sylvia was suddenly hit by a wave of flavors in her mouth. The remnants of last night's wine mixed with the taste of chicken pot pie nearly did her in.

Even though she had changed into hospital garb, the lingering smell of bland soup and overcooked vegetables from last night was hard to ignore.

Luckily, she had been to this hospital before and knew its layout well.

Slowly getting out of bed, Sylvia took a few steps forward, reached for the closet door, and found the clothes Naomi had brought for her. Then, she made her way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she ran her fingers through her hair, bending over to wash it first.

But it proved to be a challenge. As she reached for the showerhead, an arm suddenly encircled her from behind, taking it down for her.

Sylvia tensed, her head accidentally hitting the sink in her panic, but it landed softly against a warm palm instead.

The man's voice was cold. "Why didn't you call for help?"

Sylvia's lips were sealed.

defiant face,

"Let me."

out

his hand away, trying to appear calm. "You better

second, Rupert's presence closed in, his large hand

tugged at his arm, but he only held her tighter, pressing her firmly against

on her lower back began to wander,

dare he torment her, even

on her scalp. A comb gently worked through her hair, starting from the top and slowly

a moment, Rupert turned her around slightly, pressing lightly on her

her hand. She was surprised;

"I can't see,

onto it. If you drop it, don't even think

"You..."

Jerk! Sylvia cursed inwardly.

water dripping into her palm mixed with Rupert's deep, resonant breathing

close, distinct

her ear.

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the warm water soaked her scalp, Sylvia instinctively shrank back, fearing it would enter her

hand covered her ears, guiding the water

as if the man beside her was an imposter. He

her

touched her head. The?! stopped, and