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.

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

her around and pinned her against the kitchen island. His overwhelming presence sent a ripple of panic through her, even as the

at the door, calmly stating, "It's me. The

voice outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes, Mr.

he took seemed to caress

Mmm! No, it doesn't! Let

protests, Rupert's deep eyes flickered with something

of

met his palm. He shook his hand, casually remarking, "How many times

huffed, refusing to respond, her

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

tightness of his chest and waistline became

the next moment, she was enveloped

he took out fresh ingredients from the fridge. With his back to Sylvia,