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.

Realizing the servants

His overwhelming presence sent a ripple of panic through her, even as

didn't even glance at the door, calmly stating, "It's me. The light's out; send someone to fix

voice outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes, Mr.

after, the light came back on, revealing his face in sharp clarity, every breath he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't

Mmm! No, it

something unreadable before he slowly

rows of teeth marks

shook his hand, casually remarking, "How many times has it been now? Turned

huffed, refusing to respond, her silence

that escaping Rupert's watchful eye in her condition would be impossible,

up, Rupert was removing his shirt. The tightness of his chest and waistline became pronounced under the shadow of

resistance. But in the next moment,

scattered across the floor. Then, he took out fresh ingredients from the fridge. With his back to Sylvia, he casually