Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 115

At some point, Rupert had managed to slip off her shoes and socks.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is really uncomfortable!"

Sylvia instinctively pulled her foot away, but to her surprise, he didn't hesitate to grab her bare foot. The warmth of his palm was almost overwhelming, searing against her skin. Despite her reluctance to admit it, her body betrayed her, responding to the unexpected comfort. The sensation was so soothing that her toes curled involuntarily.

Rupert held her foot, his fingertips rubbing against the top of her foot with a firmness that was both painful and ticklish.

He teased, "Uncomfortable?"

Sylvia bit her lip, silent.

Rupert fetched a spray from the first-aid kit and sprayed it a few times on her slightly reddened ankle, then applied a bandage. Sylvia watched him silently, puzzled by his actions.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.

promised Bridget he'd stop

made the connection, the man in front of her spoke up. His

holding onto that recording won't do you any

a chill ran through Sylvia, and even the warmth that had just enveloped her faded into cold. She looked down at the man kneeling before her- strikingly handsome, yet utterly impassive. It felt as though they were negotiating a business deal, one

it was the ointment sinking into her skin or something else, the pain in her ankle was sharp enough

inner

daunting presence made it hard for Sylvia to breathe. His eyes, encircled with a halo of

wasn't a question, it

disinfectant wipe to clean his hands, as

If Bridget dares to act this way today, what's to

to control her emotions, her

jet

As she stood, the flower pinned in her hair almost fell out. She reached up to adjust it. It was such

Slap!

living room. She tried to dart past him, but Rupert moved faster. He caught her from behind, his arm wrapping around her like steel. His hand