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, his

"Let me."

reached out

away, trying to appear calm. "You better

his large hand supporting her waist, his voice deep.

arm, but he only held her tighter,

her lower back began

anger flared-how dare he torment her, even in her state! Was this amusing to

she was about to 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 before

pressing lightly

lower her head. Then, Rupert placed something in her hand. She was surprised; it was his ruby ring

hand. "I can't see, I

around it, saying indifferently, "Hold onto it. If you drop it,

"You..."

Jerk! Sylvia cursed inwardly.

the sound of water dripping into her

distinct

her ear.

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

hand covered her ears, guiding the water safely

oddly disoriented, as if the man beside her was an imposter. He couldn't

in her thoughts,

stopped, and hands