Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 179

Sylvia buried her face in the couch cushion, trying to soothe her frazzled nerves.

Then, her phone rang.

It was Naomi.

"Hey, Sylvia, how was your day?" Naomi's voice was laced with a teasing laughter.

"Not great," Sylvia sighed deeply.

"Oh, come on, didn't Rupert help you out?"

"Mom, is your back better?" Sylvia replied, slightly annoyed. "I've told you before, stop trying to set us up. It's never going to happen."

"It wasn't me! He said..."

"Mom, let's not, okay? It's pointless," Sylvia firmly stated.

Naomi let out a small sigh. "I thought you two could at least have a decent conversation."

help but notice how Sylvia seemed to

But that was Rupert!

chance? She just didn't want Sylvia and Rupert to end up at odds

I'm going to rest

"Alright."

...

carefully helped Bridget settle onto the couch, casting a

that. Thank goodness the security was quick to respond, or who knows what might have happened," Miriam vented in anger. Bridget, with tears

then turned to Rupert, her face a picture of sympathy for her

deal lately and didn't want the fan harassment to distract you. That's why she

so far as to track her down to

leaned against Miriam, tears streamed down her flushed cheeks,

some comforting

a cold, measured tone. "I'll have someone find that obsessed

gaze to the mother and daughter, a cold light flickering in

shiver through both women, Bridget's tears freezing mid-flow as uncertainty flickered across her face. No, she couldn't let Rupert find

incident had been her

Bailey. How could I allow anything to distract you? If your international partners heard

Bridget. "So, you've been swallowing your pride for