Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 93

She just couldn't accept it!

Freya made a move to get up, but midway through, her body wobbled unsteadily, collapsing toward Rupert.

Rupert, encircling Sylvia, stepped back. Freya ended up sprawled at their feet, a complete mess.

Most people wouldn't dare cause more trouble at this point. But Freya wasn't like most people. She shakily reached out, clutching Rupert's pant leg.

Her torso was slightly lifted, giving a clear view of her soaked shirt and the outline beneath. She didn't bother to cover up, looking up pitifully at Rupert. "Mr. Garcia, I came back because I was worried about Sylvia's safety. I saw Sylvia standing by the pond, and I didn't want to startle her, so I approached quietly. But just as I was about to grab her, I lost my balance and fell into the pond."

Her eyes filled with tears as she continued, "Mr. Garcia, you must be annoyed with me, right? It's my fault. I almost scared Sylvia."

Freya looked timidly at Rupert, completely ignoring Sylvia between them.

Sylvia struggled to break free from Rupert's embrace, but he held her wrists firmly from behind, even leisurely caressing them a few times. He looked down, not at Freya's appealing state, but at Sylvia, responding, "If you know it's wrong, what's the use of telling me?" Sylvia blinked in confusion.

Freya stiffened, her delicate eyes incredulously fixed on Rupert.

seconds later, she reluctantly lowered her head, mumbling an apology to Sylvia.

"It's okay."

of friendship. Especially since Freya had also joined Eloise's studio, keeping an enemy in plain

the corner of her eye, Sylvia saw a figure rushing

pulled her hands back from Rupert. Flailing her arms, she grabbed Freya's hand, her concern evident. "Freya, your hands are freezing. The water must be so cold in late autumn. Uncle, could you lend her your jacket? Don't let her catch a cold." "Are you

Sylvia bravely nodded. "Yes."

off his jacket and draped it over

moment's effort to compose herself, she spoke in a soft, coquettish

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really should thank Rupert. His clothes are all bespoke,

wearing an

face, walked over. It seemed the boiling water from yesterday had done quite a number on her. Even so, through the glasses, it was clear she wanted to tear Freya apart.

Freya, that bold girl.

pulled the jacket around

Maintaining a gentle facade, she snuggled next to Rupert, subtly glancing at Sylvia. "Sylvia, why are you here?

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