Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 141

The heavy thud of one colleague hitting the ground made Sylvia's heart leap into her throat. Her eyes shot up, locking with the teasing gaze of the man advancing towards her. His cold presence made it hard to breathe. "Quite the catch?" The mocking undertone in his deep voice was hard to miss.

It was Rupert.

Sylvia wriggled her wrists, knowing she stood no chance of overpowering him. This time, she decided to be smart about it - instead of using her hands, she went for a kick.

But Rupert anticipated her move, capturing her raised leg with ease and pulling her close to him.

Her body brushed against his belt buckle, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. The proximity, combined with the overwhelming sense of powerlessness, sent a wave of humiliation through her. "Let go!"

"You're heartless," Rupert remarked, his voice husky.

"I don't need you to handle my problems. I can take care of myself!"

Just then, Freya and the others caught up.

Sylvia glanced at the dark, enclosed alley and listened to the approaching footsteps, her heart pounding like thunder.

As Freya and the group drew near, Rupert kicked the man on the ground into the shadows, grabbed Sylvia's chin, and kissed her.

"Mmph!" Sylvia's eyes widened.

Rupert, supporting her head, turned his body to shield hers.

for college couples to stroll and date. The soft glow of warm yellow streetlights, walls covered in greenery, and quaint shops lent the area a nostalgic, romantic charm. The occasional dark corner where couples whispered sweet nothings was

just another couple. Without a second glance, they disappeared down

Sylvia pushed the man

flickered to life,

golden halo around him. His gaze tightened as it met

breath, Sylvia elbowed the man in the chest. Although

cutting through his silhouette. His body, imposing and

and low, "And how do you plan to handle it? Run

Sylvia's spine, her teeth clenching in barely

Already so powerful, yet you still hassle Warren? He was just helping

you treating him

the shadowed face, full of

ket

as if he might drop the burning ember onto Sylvia's

took a slow

"Worried about him?"

QUMS

generosity to let us be," Sylvia said, barely containing

"Us?"

scoffed, crushing the cigarette with force, almost in sync with

wrapping them in a stifling

in, his fingertips brushing her face, his tobacco-tinged breath

gravely, "Say what you will,