Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Sylvia felt a wave of heat wash over her face and quickly turned, attempting to clear the air.

"Mrs. Ellis, it's not..."

Rupert, with a quick stride, turned and headed upstairs, leaving her words hanging in the void of the stairwell.

Sylvia cast a dubious glance at Rupert, wondering if she'd imagined the faint amusement in his eyes.

But when she looked again, his gaze was as icy as ever.

Definitely her imagination!

Once they reached the first floor, Sylvia squirmed. "You can put me down now. I can walk in my shoes. My apartment's pretty high up." Rupert remained silent, continuing his ascent.

Sylvia thought for a moment before pointing upwards. "I'm on the sixth floor. You won't make it."

"Third floor."

"How did you know?" Sylvia asked, surprised.

"What do you think?" Rupert paused, his gaze deepening as he looked at her.

snooping on

what she was always fretting about

...

at the door to Sylvia's

door and entered, immediately swapping her shoes for a pair of non-slip

seasons, shoes, and five boxes of books. Books on art were expensive, and

suitcase. "This one's easy to carry.

her, simply glancing at the

taking half of

reached for it, intending to carry it downstairs as well.

Orson, along with the driver, took the rest of the items and

approached the dress box, and Sylvia instinctively stepped in front of

declared righteously. "Warren only helped me out of sibling affection.

cause trouble for Warren,

His fingers traced the embossed

step by step,

his fingers on the box strangely set Sylvia's heart

and looked up, finding him looming close, his gaze

because of the gift, or because

that moment, with Rupert's deep, inscrutable eyes seeming to swallow all light, his

to Sylvia, his breath felt icy, causing an involuntary shiver to run through

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