Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 154

Bridget, her cheeks flushed with a shy hue, leaned towards Rupert as she heard they'd share a room.

"Bailey, how could I accept this?"

With an eyebrow raised, Bailey smiled and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, Ms. Simpson, I can easily arrange for another room for you. No trouble at all."

As she spoke, she was about to call the butler with a wave of her hand.

The corner of Bridget's mouth twitched involuntarily, and she quickly said, "Bailey, you're such a joker, thank you."

Bailey's smile deepened, filled with unspoken meanings.

Sylvia, hearing the possibility of a room change, immediately thought of an excuse to switch rooms herself.

But before she could speak up, Bailey was called away by a phone call. Left with no choice, Sylvia headed to her room.

Just as she turned around, Freya suddenly caught her arm from behind.

"Sylvia, are you sure of being alone? Do you want me to keep you company?"

Sylvia's arm trembled slightly, and her jaw clenched tighter, but she quickly regained her composure.

her company? She was more afraid Freya might harm her in

smoothly pulled her arm back, "No need, I'm quite tired.

a chance to respond, Sylvia entered her room. The room

bed, her teeth gritted as she removed her jacket. Underneath, the sleeve of her blouse was scorched and stuck to her

collapsed at the foot of the bed, curling up into a ball. Actually, since Freya had slipped out of

right. She watched as Freya took out Bridget's lighter

goal was only to

the

the extent of the fire.

blow this

proportion.

she took out the lighter and added fuel to the

lick of flame scorched

managed to put out the fire but

Freya grabbed her, a blister broke,

a deep breath, trying

from

left little to the imagination traveled along the wall

was as if

the wall, moving downwards. Unfortunately, such old buildings didn't have good