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.

off so easily. He leaned in closer, his fingertip grazing her lip with a hint

flinch, meeting his gaze with a hint of defiance. "Keep this up, and I won't hesitate to tell the press about your escapades

a dress made especially for her. Even Bridget never got such treatment. You must be keeping busy," Sylvia said with a

his eyes, understanding

icy. "What

"Just leave Warren alone."

me for him? You're something else,

stepped back, a dangerous glint flashing

up, her hands clutching the edge of the

ket

moment, she felt her past self was not just pathetic

her as her fingernails cracked, but

then suddenly asked,

was testing her. "Don't worry. I won't ask, and I don't care who she is.

"What..."

could ask what he meant, the dorm door burst

haven't you left

you move. Well then...

was the Dean, followed by three men in security

darted to the guards, catching sight of a tattoo