Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 146

Sylvia's foot jerked slightly as it grazed something under the table. Balancing her coffee cup, she glanced down and found a pair of polished men's dress shoes nudging against her heels. She wore a size 7, perfectly average, but next to those shoes, hers seemed almost childlike.

Following the line of those shoes upward, her gaze traced along impeccably tailored suit pants, the crease as sharp as the austerity they suggested.

Sylvia didn't linger on the view, assuming it was an accidental touch. She shifted her foot slightly, trying to avoid further contact.

But then, the driver braked suddenly. Her body jolted with the motion, and her foot inadvertently brushing against Rupert's leg a few times, leaving an awkward scuff mark on his trousers. Sylvia froze, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, deep and foreboding. She quickly retracted her foot, but it was too late. Rupert's legs had somehow entrapped hers.

Sylvia bit her lip, trying to pull away without drawing the attention of the others.

Bridget, from across them, leaned towards Rupert with a dramatic flair. "Rupert, are you alright?"

Rupert spared Sylvia a glance, replying coolly, "I'm fine."

exaggerated affection. Sylvia shifted uncomfortably, attempting to free her foot once more, but Rupert's grip only tightened, the outline

enjoying this little

withdrew his hand from Bridget's clasp and poured

feeling dizzy, try some of

as she took the cup, her surprise

and a bit envious, her gaze dropping to her own cup of coffee, t was also her favorite, though a luxury she seldom indulged in due to its price. Edwin used

the car entered a tunnel, the dimness enveloped them, making faces hard to discern. Sylvia felt Rupert's legs relax around hers,

QUMS

When she finally looked up, Rupert's handsome face was inches from hers, their breath mingling, time

slightly parted

spoke, he flicked his fingertip, and the sound of

than