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.

not to notice, Sylvia took a bite of 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

in silence. As she was finishing, Rupert casually asked, "Why did you leave the

on the clear broth of her pasta.

gave a silent

eyes as she turned her gaze to the

the report, he would know the results. His question again meant he didn't believe her. Even now, he saw her as a scheming woman, trying to climb the social ladder through pregnancy. But he would never understand what she

Sylvia got up from the island counter, looking at him squarely, "The checkup was arranged by your friend.

instantly, his eyes cold. "So the pasta goes to

up for you. Didn't you say I'm a

Rupert was speechless.

away. Worried Rupert might actually

yard, the house was as quiet as when she had left. Her gaze fell on the antique clock on the wall

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