Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 145

Especially since sitting across from Sylvia was Rupert.

He was lounging back, legs crossed, his long index finger pressed against his forehead, looking at her with an amused gaze. Immediately, Sylvia looked down to find the button on her seat, hoping to swivel it toward the driving position.

Instead, she accidentally activated the massage function, and the buzzing sound filled the car, leaving her in utter embarrassment. Frantically searching for the button, she felt a pair of hands casually rest on her armrest, his body leaning slightly towards her.

A fresh scent wafted over, and she immediately leaned back, avoiding getting any closer to the man. But their eyes met unavoidably. They locked eyes briefly before she quickly looked away, while he simply lowered his gaze, fiddling with the buttons on the armrest. Finally...

"It's broken," Rupert said nonchalantly.

Sylvia was left speechless. She raised her eyes to meet his. His long lashes lifted slightly as his gaze lazily lingered on her, not even bothering to hide his deceit.

All she could do was clench her fists and turn her head away, staring at the dead screen.

Rupert shifted back to his original position, not looking at her but instead gazing out of the window, his eyes flickering.

Sylvia felt helpless, and from the corner of her eye, she caught Bridget sending a chilling look her way.

Unbothered, she simply closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a familiar voice exploded in her ear.

"Sylvia."

Freya!

turned to see the person

showing

to give Bailey a gift, but Bella got caught up with work at

didn't need to ask- she knew

the two ladies were

nodded, indicating

up

Land

and I see

agreement, tapping the

table slowly extended from between the double seats, effectively

opened the hidden water dispenser beneath the side bar, brewed

his coffee, the car jerked, causing

spilt over Rupert's trousers and onto her pristine white shirt, revealing

me clean that up for you. If that doesn't work, I'll break the bank to compensate you," she said, kneeling by his feet, using her faded handkerchief to

picture of

crush the cup in her hand, though