Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 157

"Come here."

Sylvia pressed her lips, unable to decipher his thoughts. But she couldn't leave, so she had no choice but to approach.

As soon as she sat down, her injured hand was taken by him. He pulled out a tube of burn ointment from his pocket and applied some on Sylvia's wound. Sylvia blinked in surprise. How did he know?

Soon, a cooling sensation replaced her confusion, instinctively relaxing her body. Accompanied by the scent of lavender, it felt as if the world became a bit clearer.

Rupert's head bowed, his expression was hidden as he spoke softly, "How did you find out about Bailey's incident? That was news from ten years ago. After the car crash, Bailey had all the news pulled." As Sylvia heard this, her relaxed body tensed again, her fingers involuntarily curling. She looked at Rupert, a bitter smile in her heart.

She had him to thank for that.

In her previous life, she had overheard many fragmented pieces of information outside Rupert's study. Even though it wasn't clear, tracing back through time, it wasn't hard to find.

Even if Bailey pulled the news about her husband, the accident reports not specifying names weren't completely erased.

But of course, she couldn't tell Rupert that.

plant the most delicate ones in the garden closest to the bathroom?" Rupert looked up, clearly not convinced, but he didn't press further. He took out some gauze, "Your hand is not

do

in his hand. But he didn't let go, instead,

struggling to get up, but his arms were strong and effortlessly kept

his chin rested on her shoulder, his warm breath caressing

move," he warned

move, letting him bandage her

away and tried to

the moment they touched the ground, and she fell back

his burning

fire, breathing uncontrollably.

trembling voice

Sylvia, noticing the flush

blew out the scented candle

the darkness, and the sound of rain hitting the window couldn't hide the increasingly

the moonlight