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.

room was too immaculate, showing no signs of shared occupancy. What would people think if they knew Rupert hadn't

a chance to protest, signaling the butler with a glance. The latter brushed past Bridget to the next

and Rupert were all over each other, the walls echoing with their fervor. One could only imagine the aftermath. Yet, Christine dragged her out, "Why are you just

"You might not want to see

Christine indeed gasped

She should have listened.

spoke in a hushed tone, "Isn't this room too tidy? I thought Mr. Garcia and

up, puzzled, to

was neatly hung in the closet, and the bed

traces. The rest

noticing the towels meant for two - one used,

her observation, Sylvia suddenly felt Rupert's eyes on her. As she looked up, her gaze met

intense, shifted between her and the neatly

Rupert might

from the bed as the covers were lifted, breaking the tension with a series of moans

Sylvia looked over, seeing Bridget scrambling to

out a