Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Orson found Rupert silently nursing a cup of coffee in Chris's office.

"Rupert, Ms. Lloyd has been taken by Mr. Warren."

Rupert narrowed his eyes and pulled out his phone to call Sylvia. It went straight to voicemail.

As the mechanical tone played, the coffee cup in Rupert's grip cracked. A deep surge flickered in his eyes, sending chills down one's spine without the cold. Chris glanced at him. "Getting anxious? Then why did you push her away earlier?"

Rupert tossed the broken cup into the trash, not bothering to explain.

Chris pointed at a neatly folded sweater on the desk. "You even gave her your sweater. That was something you..."

"Got too much time on your hands?" Rupert interrupted, grabbed the sweater, and left.

By the time he got back to the Garcia family, it was late. Rupert stood in the courtyard, lighting a cigarette for himself.

Orson glanced at the sky. "Looks like rain. Maybe we should head inside?"

Rupert looked up at the clouds covering the moon, exhaling a cloud of smoke. His gaze drifted towards a dark room in Edwin's courtyard.

He checked his phone again, only to see a new post from Warren.

One line: [Lazy kitty.]

And a photo.

Sylvia was asleep, leaning on Warren's arm. Her delicate profile, even marred by a scar, didn't detract from her beauty; if anything, it added a touch of vulnerable charm, soft and

warm light above

her a

offering an embarrassed apologizing. "Sorry, I

stars from the

gestured towards the

dark sky, Sylvia

still quite a

"Feeling better?"

gently brushed a strand of hair from Sylvia's cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His fingers grazed the

should take better care of yourself,

was warm

covering her face. "The doctor said

good to hear." Warren didn't press

to go down

hiltin

QUMS

rain. How about a

"Sure."

welcoming

driver set up a screen

movie in the car- it was a novel

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