Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 125

Rupert's kiss was domineering, leaving Sylvia with no chance to resist. Their lips met, and Rupert seemed to be searching for every hint of the wine that lingered on her breath. Sylvia tried to push him away, her palms pressed against his chest, but the moment she touched him, she felt his breath hitch, and his kiss deepened with fervor.

But it wasn't enough. Once you've tasted something exquisite, who could settle for less?

Rupert was only human, after all.

Sylvia found herself being lifted onto the bar counter, her sweater riding up to reveal a glimpse of her smooth, pale legs.

Rupert's hand caressed her skin.

As Sylvia considered how to push him away, his phone rang. Rupert, clearly annoyed, glanced at the caller ID before answering.

"Orson."

"Ms. Simpson had a slip in the restroom. She fell and landed on her previously injured arm. She says it's unbearably painfully. I've called an ambulance to take her to the hospital." "Bring a change of clothes to the wine cellar."

"The wine cellar? Right away."

Soon after, Orson arrived. After a quick glance at the two, he handed over a set of clean clothes and left.

Rupert went behind a curtain to change.

Sylvia quickly hopped off the counter and adjusted her clothes, her cheeks flushing at the thought of Rupert changing.

When Rupert reemerged, he draped his coat over Sylvia. "We're going to the hospital."

can get

Sylvia a chance to resist,

insisted on her coming. She glanced at him and saw him scrolling through his phone, looking up orthopedic and neurology specialists for Bridget. Sylvia looked away, staring out

there was a lump in her

...

the room; Rupert

at the door, she watched as Bridget weakly fall into Rupert's

"Rupert, I'm so scared."

a specialist

comforted Bridget, their interaction seemed tender

A rare sight indeed.

Sylvia turned away, she caught Bridget's

affectionately

want to watch anymore, so she sat

Bridget's voice continued.

will you stay

"Yes."

were too

past life, no matter

thords, Rupert would poket

agree.

wall, and then Orson

to take you

need..." Before she could