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.

"I found it myself. If Bailey really loved camellias that much, why would she plant the most delicate ones in the garden closest to the bathroom?" Rupert

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gauze in his hand. But he didn't let go, instead, he used the opportunity to pull her

his lap, her back at him, struggling to get up, but his arms were strong and effortlessly kept her trapped against

any distance between them, his chin rested on her shoulder,

he warned in

not move, letting

done, she pushed his hands away and tried

the moment they touched

his burning

uncontrollably. Rupert's palm supported her, his gaze deep, "Not running

her slightly trembling voice came out, "I feel...so

Sylvia, noticing

quickly blew out the scented candle

and the sound of rain hitting the

moonlight was