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."

I won't

stood frozen. The wind slapped her cheeks wildly,

away. She wandered aimlessly through the garden, Rupert's words weighing heavily on her. Suddenly, from behind, a beautifully pink rose

and

played with the rose absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on her. "Are

"I'm fine."

do more for you." A flicker

me. I can handle things myself. Wasn't

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

Warren's expression deepened

he gripped

u

stepped

via.

Breaking the gentlemanly distance,

froze for

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

flinched slightly, and Warren pulled her into