Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 156

"I'm so scared, I hate the dark, I can't see...Ah!"

It sounded like she tripped over something, her steps scattering in a panic. From the sound of it, Freya was making a beeline towards Sylvia.

And Rupert was right in front of Sylvia.

Freya sure knew how to seize the moment.

Next thing, there was the sound of a collision - Freya had succeeded in her ploy.

Sylvia was about to sneer when suddenly a shadow loomed before her. Caught off guard, she didn't have time to react before she was enveloped in a familiar scent.

Without defense, Sylvia found herself being kissed, forgetting even to escape. The man's scent was like the cold air on a sunny winter's day, with a brisk warmth enveloping after a slight touch of sunlight.

His kiss was gentle, lacking his usual dominance, as if merely to silence her, his breaths ragged yet restrained.

The wailing on the floor brought Sylvia back to her senses.

Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed from the other end of the hallway, with maids approaching, holding lit scented candles.

As the light drew closer, Sylvia tried to push away the man before her but instead was guided by him into the room with her waist clutched.

the door closed

found herself pinned against the wall, his breaths moist against her skin. As she raised her hand

know if I need any energy-boosting smoothies?" Rupert's husky voice was full

"You..."

could speak, there was a

Lloyd, I've brought you

stepping back to stand behind the door, hands in his pockets, unconcerned about

a crack, taking the

vision, she saw Bridget and Freya on

"Freya, get up!"

Simpson? Why are you here?"

do you mean? If not me, then

corrected

Sylvia, I heard

just now. I'm

and tripped. Let

Her humility appeased Bridget.

Bridget immediately began searching

"Rupert, Rupert..."

out of nowhere, "Ms. Simpson, Mr. Garcia is a bit busy. You should

Bridget's face twitched, even her shadow on the wall