Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 88

Sylvia's long hair was a tousled mess, partially obscuring her face, which bore traces of water, giving her a pale, almost fractured appearance. Her lips, misted with a layer of moisture, resembled freshly washed grapes. Droplets cascaded down, soaking her hospital gown. The striped fabric clung to her skin, subtly revealing the graceful curve of her collarbones, with the fullness accentuated by her light-colored bra, which was hidden from her view. Sylvia was utterly clueless about what was happening, only aware that the man in front of her seemed to breathe more heavily.

She stepped back; he moved closer. Until there was nowhere left to retreat.

He stood before her, his domineering gaze unmasked, like a predator eyeing its prey. His hand lifted, causing Sylvia to catch her breath and grip the ring she held tightly. Suddenly, a dry towel landed on her head.

"I'm leaving," he said, his voice gruff and off-key.

"Your ring."

Sylvia handed over the ring.

Rupert took her hand, using it to slide the ring onto his thumb.

Sylvia didn't understand the gesture, only feeling a breeze followed by the sound of a door closing.

She moved toward the shower without giving it much thought, only realizing how exposed she had been when she began undressing.

A rush of shame flooded her.

her bed, her hair still damp. Suddenly, she froze as a presence halted before her.

Uncle," Rupert said, his patience wearing

respond, the sound of a hairdryer filled

later, the dryer ceased, and large hands gently brushed through her

fists. Rupert noticed her small movements, his deep eyes growing colder by

like you won't be

quickly grasping his meaning. Concerned for Warren's fate, she blurted out, "It wasn't his idea;

on her, and her hands tightened, knuckles whitening in

observed her concern for another, his eyes laced with derision. "Protecting

voice, cold and threatening, emanated from his

up as

soon as

her head tightened lifting her slightly off the ground. She couldn't see Rupert but sensed his narrowing gaze, a palpable sense of dominance enveloping

"Is that so?"

and he are

immediately attempted to break free. Perhaps emboldened by not seeing him, she managed to pull his arms down with surprising

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Say that again,"