Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 160

As mentioning searching the rooms, Bailey swept an intentional glance at Bridget.

"Ms. Simpson, no objections, I presume?"

At those words, a flicker of unease crossed Bridget's features.

"Bailey, now that the misunderstanding's been cleared up, I think it's unnecessary to continue. It's just a waste of your time and Rupert's."

Bailey covered a chuckle with her hand, "Ms. Simpson, your consideration is touching. How could it be a waste of time? What are you waiting for? Go check Ms. Simpson's room." "Got it."

The butler, about to leave with his team, was quickly blocked by Bridget.

"Bailey, it's my and Rupert's bedroom, after all. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" she reminded him.

"Ms. Simpson, that's a bit hypocritical of you. Ms. Lloyd, a single lady, had all these men burst into her room while she was sleeping, and she didn't complain. What are you afraid of? Unless you're hiding something?" Bailey insinuated. "No! Absolutely not!"

Bridget shook her head vehemently, her complexion turning a shade paler.

but her room was too immaculate, showing no signs of shared occupancy. What

chance to protest, signaling the butler with a glance. The latter brushed past Bridget to the next room, with the others following. Sylvia didn't want to join,

were all over each other, the walls echoing with their fervor. One could only imagine the

to Christine, "You might not want to see this. It's

indeed

She should have listened.

too tidy? I thought Mr.

puzzled, to find the room spotlessly

was neatly hung in the closet, and the bed

slight traces. The rest was

the bathroom, noticing the towels meant for two

Rupert's eyes on her. As she looked up, her gaze met

and intense, shifted between her and the

immediately grew, aware Rupert

dropped to the floor from the bed as the covers were lifted, breaking

looked over, seeing Bridget scrambling to

let out a chuckle, "No