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.

her defiant face,

"Let me."

out to

hand away, trying to appear calm. "You better hurry back

his large hand

at his arm, but he only held her

lower back began to wander, easily gliding up

even in

break down, she felt a sudden numbness on her scalp. A comb gently worked through her hair, starting from the top and slowly working its way down. His fingers carefully separated the knots

slightly, pressing lightly on her back.

Then, Rupert placed something in her hand. She was surprised; it was his ruby ring - a symbol of the Garcia

hand. "I can't

indifferently, "Hold onto it. If you drop it, don't

"You..."

Jerk! Sylvia cursed inwardly.

lifted her wet hair, and the sound of water dripping

in close, distinct and

her ear.

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scalp, Sylvia instinctively shrank back, fearing it would enter

a large hand covered her ears, guiding

as if the man beside her was an imposter. He couldn't possibly

in her thoughts, the

her head. The?! stopped, and