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.

was too immaculate, showing no signs of shared

with a glance. The latter brushed past Bridget

upon entering their room, Bridget and Rupert were all over each other, the walls echoing with their fervor. One could only imagine the aftermath. Yet, Christine dragged

might not want

indeed gasped

She should have listened.

this room too tidy? I thought Mr. Garcia and Bridget would

looked up, puzzled, to find the room spotlessly

bed showed minimal signs of use, except for one half

traces. The rest

bathroom, noticing the towels meant for two - one used,

in her observation, Sylvia suddenly felt Rupert's eyes on her. As she looked

half-closed eyes, deep and intense, shifted between her and the

grew, aware Rupert might have noticed

floor from the bed as the covers were lifted,

to turn

a chuckle,