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.

had promised Bridget he'd stop the recording

the man in front of

that recording won't do you any

enveloped her faded into cold. She looked down at the man kneeling before her- strikingly handsome, yet utterly

into her skin or something else, the pain in her ankle was sharp enough to bring beads of sweat to

her inner

hard for Sylvia to breathe. His eyes, encircled with a halo of light, were deep and

a question,

took a disinfectant wipe to clean his hands, as if he was certain Sylvia

way today, what's to stop her tomorrow? If I don't protect myself..." "She

She tried to control her

jet

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

Slap!

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