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.

the edge of her bed, her hair still damp. Suddenly, she

call me Uncle," Rupert

sound of a hairdryer filled

hands

noticed her small movements, his deep eyes growing colder by

Looks like you won't

fate, she blurted out, "It wasn't

then felt his imposing gaze on her, and her hands tightened,

his eyes laced with derision. "Protecting him?

voice, cold and threatening,

look up as she replied. She couldn't implicate

as soon as

couldn't see Rupert but sensed his narrowing gaze, a palpable sense

"Is that so?"

To me, you and

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

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