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.

his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing

pinned her against the kitchen island. His overwhelming presence sent

calmly stating, "It's me. The

turned respectful, "Yes, Mr. Rupert

on, revealing his face in sharp clarity, every breath he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry to release her, his gaze finally

No, it doesn't! Let

animated protests, Rupert's deep eyes flickered with something unreadable before he slowly removed

rows of teeth

hand, casually remarking, "How many times

her chest rising with indignation. She huffed, refusing to respond, her silence promising retaliation louder than

in her condition would be impossible, so she conserved

The tightness of his chest and waistline became pronounced under

off guard, Sylvia raised her hand in resistance. But in the next

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, "How about some