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.

humiliated. Realizing the servants were nearing, Sylvia quickly gestured for Rupert to

spun her around and pinned her against the kitchen island. His overwhelming presence sent a

didn't even glance at the door, calmly stating, "It's me. The light's out; send someone to fix it. No

voice outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes,

breath he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry to release her,

it doesn't! Let

something unreadable before he slowly removed his

of teeth

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

to respond, her silence promising retaliation louder than

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

chest and waistline became pronounced under the

her hand in resistance. But in the next moment, she was enveloped inchis jacket,

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, "How about some shrimp scampi?" Her mind still reeling, she