Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 113

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, her eyes wide with surprise as she stared at Edwin. "Why would you do that?"

Edwin's laughter was warm and heartfelt. "Tristan has always been a bit tough on you. Knowing this whole mess started because of you would only add fuel to the fire." "I'm so sorry." Guilt washed over Sylvia.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Edwin ruffled her hair affectionately.

Naomi waved them over. "Honey, I'm still hungry. Let's see what's left in the kitchen."

"Coming!"

The couple walked off hand in hand.

Feeling a bit stifled, Sylvia decided to take a walk in the garden. As she meandered, a shadowy figure appeared ahead.

It was Rupert. He stood by the pond, smoking, the glow of his cigarette illuminating his slender, elegant fingers. The sunlight danced on the water, transforming it into a shimmering blanket of gold that softly highlighted Rupert's handsome features. A gentle breeze teased his hair, revealing his deep, ink-like eyes.

Feeling the urge to clear the air about today's events and the hospital, Sylvia took a step forward. But Rupert's phone rang, halting her in her tracks. He turned away to answer it.

"Stop crying. I've talked Edwin down; he won't call the cops. For Sylvia's sake, he'll let you off."

won't let it get

stood frozen. The wind slapped her cheeks wildly, her

protect Bridget. Feeling there was no point in confronting him, Sylvia turned and walked away. She wandered aimlessly through the garden,

and managed a

gaze fixed on her.

"I'm fine."

you." A flicker of guilt crossed

to try to help me. I

was lazy, like a cat's, her beautiful face animated and captivating. A single smile

Warren's expression deepened

as he

u

stepped

via.

Breaking the gentlemanly distance,

for a

her hair to tuck it behind her ear, then gently placed the rose there. "Sylvia, don't you understand

slightly, and Warren pulled her