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 occupancy. What would people think

a glance. The latter brushed past Bridget to the next room,

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

followed, whispering to Christine, "You might not want to see

Christine indeed

She should have listened.

room too tidy?

to

was neatly hung in the closet, and the bed showed minimal signs

The rest

inadvertently swept over the bathroom, noticing the towels meant for two - one used,

eyes on

eyes, deep and intense, shifted between her and

grew, aware Rupert might have

the floor from the bed as the covers were lifted, breaking the tension

looked over, seeing Bridget scrambling to turn off her phone without any

let out a