Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 176

Sylvia jolted, startled by the strange Rupert. Her breath hitched as she tried to push him away.

But he caught her wrist, his fingers brushing over a patch of discolored skin- a faded burn she'd gotten some time ago. "Are you recovered?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of laziness.

Sylvia turned her face away, refusing to speak.

Rupert gently tilted her chin back toward him, his fingers lightly pinching her cheek.

"Can we talk like civilized people?"

"You forget- I'm as stubborn as a mule," Sylvia retorted, annoyance in her tone. Rupert leaned against the table, his head drooping as he suppressed a chuckle.

"I try to have a serious conversation, and all you remember is the nonsense."

His tone was lighter now, tinged with rare ease.

Sylvia didn't know what to say. Moments ago, they were at each other's throats.

She looked down, unwilling to engage further.

about to let her off so easily. He leaned in closer, his fingertip grazing her lip

of defiance. "Keep this up, and I won't hesitate to tell the

got such treatment. You must be keeping busy," Sylvia said with

his eyes, understanding her

voice turned icy. "What do you

"Just leave Warren alone."

him? You're

stepped back, a dangerous glint

her hands clutching the

ket

deny the other woman's existence. In that moment, she felt her past self was not just pathetic but

through her as her fingernails cracked, but she was numb

silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Didn't you want to know who she

who she is. Just don't drag

"What..."

what he meant, the dorm door

Why haven't

like we'll have to help you move. Well then... Oh, Mr. Rupert

the Dean, followed by three men in security uniforms Sylvia didn't

to the guards, catching sight of a tattoo peeking out from beneath one man's