Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 99

Her lips barely parted to speak when he clamped a hand over her mouth, his face inching closer. Under the moonlight, his features sharpened - eyes like deep pools, alive with danger and aggression. Sylvia struggled against his grip, but he was immovable. Glaring at him, she bit down hard on his fingers.

Rupert merely frowned, not loosening his hold.

Footsteps approached from the hallway.

"Who's there?"

"Could it be the black sheep of the family, come stealing again? She had the nerve to ask for food in the middle of the night, as if she deserves it."

Stealing?

That had been Sylvia's perceived role in the Garcia family for too long. She was undeserving of anything they had; taking something-anything- made her a thief in their eyes.

averting her gaze from his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the servants were nearing, Sylvia quickly

overwhelming presence sent a ripple of panic through

the door, calmly stating, "It's me. The light's out; send someone to

immediately turned respectful, "Yes, Mr. Rupert

caress Sylvia's skin. He

it doesn't! Let

something unreadable before he slowly removed

rows of teeth marks

remarking, "How many times has it been now? Turned into a

indignation. She huffed, refusing to respond, her silence promising retaliation louder than words. Rupert wiped his hand, leaning against the

all too well that escaping Rupert's watchful eye in her condition would be impossible, so she conserved her energy. As

of his chest and waistline became pronounced under the shadow of his black dress

But in the next moment, she was enveloped inchis jacket, its residual

she looked at him as he rolled up his sleeves, then... knelt down to clean up the broken eggs scattered across the floor. Then, he took out fresh ingredients from the fridge. With his back to Sylvia, he casually asked,