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 have

But that was Rupert!

his sister-in-law, had to show some deference. How could Sylvia possibly stand a chance? She just didn't want Sylvia and Rupert to end up at odds over that

I'm tired. I'm going to rest

"Alright."

...

the Simpson residence, Miriam carefully helped Bridget settle onto the couch, casting a wary glance

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

face a picture of sympathy for her

She knows you've been working on a big deal lately and didn't want the fan harassment to distract you. That's why she kept quiet. Who would have thought

as to track

flushed cheeks,

waiting for some comforting words from the

watch, his eyes deepening, before he spoke in a cold, measured tone. "I'll have someone find that obsessed fan. And when I

a cold light flickering in his

tension sent a shiver through both women, Bridget's tears freezing mid-flow as uncertainty

incident had been her

always emphasized the importance of your partnership with Bailey. How could I allow anything to distract you? If your international partners heard about this, they might

to look at Bridget. "So, you've been swallowing your pride