Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 138

Bridget was certain Rupert would be disgusted by Sylvia's casual antics.

Yet, he remained unflustered, his long fingers pressed against his temple as he casually flipped through the documents on his lap, his expression indifferent. "Did you invite me here just for the show?"

His voice, deep and slightly icy, carried an air of authority, as if he were addressing a subordinate who had fallen short of expectations rather than his fiancée.

Bridget clenched her fists, nearly biting through her inner lip, yet she didn't dare to retort. Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of Sylvia in the back seat, her eyes widening in shock.

But as Rupert began to look up, Bridget quickly reached out to hold him.

"Rupert, I wanted to talk to you about Bailey from Camellia Manor."

"I know you've been in talks with her about a collaboration. Our studio has also reached out, and if you could introduce me, I'm confident I could create a design that would impress her. That might help smooth things over for your deal as well.

Bailey is notoriously hard to please. Even Eloise had to make three trips and still faced challenges. But I'm not afraid. I've made some mistakes recently that upset you, and I want to make things right. Rupert, please, trust me." Bridget looked earnestly at Rupert, her hand slowly creeping over his, gently caressing it.

Rupert subtly withdrew his hand, closed the documents with an unreadable expression, and gave a noncommittal "Hmm."

Getting his affirmation, Bridget maintained a gentle smile, masking the bubbling excitement rising within her.

support, how could Bailey possibly dismiss her designs? Then Sylvia wouldn't stand a

curved into a smile as she sneakily sent a text

The car started moving.

a cigarette, his hand venturing out the

pulling away. The back window revealed a woman with long hair being playfully

Not bad.

Bridget, noticing this, deliberately

fond of Sylvia. Eloise speaks highly of him, too. It seems Sylvia isn't

his eyes at her. The brief flicker of the flame illuminated his face as he took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that blurred his

enough to instill fear in Bridget. She dared not meet his gaze, quickly lowering her

within her. Deep down, she felt that things shouldn't have turned out this way. Why had everything

...

Ten minutes earlier.

to get into the car, seizing the moment of distraction to push

say I never do anything for you. Have

off, the male colleague looked annoyed, and someone even thought

out of nowhere, pulling Sylvia into

chance of catching Sylvia, the