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.

yellow streetlights, walls covered in greenery, and quaint shops lent the area

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

pushed the man in front

to life, its warm glow illuminating the

golden halo around him. His gaze tightened as it met hers, his lashes

man in the chest. Although it numbed her arm, the move clearly had

body, imposing and

"And how do you plan to handle it?

chill ran down Sylvia's spine, her teeth clenching in barely

yet you still hassle Warren? He was just helping me! What did

this? Why are you treating him like

at the shadowed face,

ket

cigarette hovering in mid-air as if he might drop the

he took a slow drag, then

"Worried about him?"

QUMS

the generosity to let us

"Us?"

cigarette with force, almost in sync with the streetlight flickering

them in a

her face, his tobacco-tinged breath

gravely, "Say