Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 100

As Sylvia was lost in thought, the comforting aroma of coffee wafted to her nose. Lifting her head, she found a steaming cup sitting beside her, as if it had appeared out of nowhere. After a brief moment of surprise, her gaze shifted back to Rupert.

He stood casually, a fork in one hand and the other tucked into the pocket of his jeans. His crisp shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame, the epitome of effortless composure. But this image didn't quite align with the one she had in her mind.

Silently sipping her coffee, Sylvia soon found Rupert placing a bowl of freshly cooked pasta in front of her.

"Eat up."

Snapping back to reality, Sylvia pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, thanks. I'm not hungry."

But her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl, flushing her cheeks with embarrassment.

Rupert, holding the bowl, raised an eyebrow slightly. "Shall I feed you?"

Knowing he was a man of his word, Sylvia quickly took the bowl from him.

Then, silence fell between them.

Rupert leaned back against the counter, lighting a cigarette, his gaze fixed on her through a thin veil of smoke.

the pasta, momentarily stunned. As she suspected, Rupert was no stranger to the kitchen. The pasta was cooked perfectly, any longer and it would have been too soft. But why would he

eat in silence. As she

her pasta. "You're asking about the

still smoking, gave

welled up in Sylvia's eyes as she turned her gaze to the stars outside the

Even now, he saw her as a scheming woman, trying to climb the social ladder through pregnancy. But he would never understand what she had lost trying to escape

utensils, Sylvia got up from the island counter, looking at him squarely, "The checkup was arranged by your friend. If you still don't believe me, we can do it again. I'm free tomorrow."

cold. "So the pasta

retorted, "I can throw it up for you. Didn't you say I'm

Rupert was speechless.

might actually make her vomit, she

the antique clock on the wall - it was nearly midnight. Why hadn't Naomi

was a

the Garcia

heavily burdened with

usually had

never kept him out

especially with Naomsisted

beauty sleep and had