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.

of shared occupancy. What would people think if

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

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

indeed

She should have listened.

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

puzzled, to find the room

the bed showed minimal

The rest was

noticing the towels meant for two - one

eyes on her. As she looked up, her

shifted between her and the neatly folded

immediately grew, aware Rupert might have noticed

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

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

out a chuckle, "No