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.

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

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

her. Even Bridget never got such treatment. You

half-closed his eyes, understanding

voice turned icy. "What do

"Just leave Warren alone."

for him? You're something else,

dangerous glint flashing

hands clutching the

ket

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

her as her fingernails cracked,

for a moment, then suddenly asked,

care who she is. Just don't drag me into your mess." "You don't

"What..."

Sylvia could ask what he meant, the

haven't you left

to help you move. Well

was the Dean, followed by three

a tattoo peeking out from beneath one man's collar-