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.

Rupert had promised Bridget he'd stop the recording from

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

recording won't

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

inner lip, saying

his lower position. Even so, his daunting presence made it hard for

a question, it was

a disinfectant wipe to clean

to me? If Bridget dares to act this way today, what's to stop her tomorrow? If I don't protect myself..." "She won't." Rupert frowned, cutting her

to control her emotions, her voice soft, "I can't delete

jet

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,