Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 185

"You bought the same dress as Eloise. What if she thinks you're upset with her? That's why I said it was a knockoff. I'm trying to help you out here. If you're not okay with it, we should go clear the air with Eloise right now."

Sylvia knew Freya wouldn't dare.

As expected, after a few seconds of silence, Freya changed the subject. "Sylvia, I'm feeling a bit queasy. Could you get me some medicine from the front desk and bring it to Room 6?" "Sure, wait for me."

"Hurry, please. I'm really not feeling well," Freya urged.

"Got it."

Hanging up, Sylvia turned and walked out of the banquet hall.

...

Meanwhile, Bailey took the opportunity while Bridget was chatting with friends to stroll over to Rupert.

Raising her glass, she hinted, "The coast is clear. Aren't you going to follow her? Aren't you worried something might happen?"

Rupert sipped his drink. "She's not foolish."

Bailey chuckled. "Then why did I see you almost crush your glass when she was approached earlier?"

"No, I didn't."

Bailey changed the subject. "I've passed on the message that you helped with Bridget's birthday bash. It should smooth over the recent rumors. If all goes well, the contract will be signed once the

Bailey a look, and

approached, only to be stopped

"Bailey, where's Rupert?"

going too?" Bailey said with a light smile. "Ms. Simpson, keeping such a tight leash on a man can

wouldn't understand the fun Rupert and I have,"

laughed. "We'll

that, she walked past Bridget and

of Room 6. She checked the number and, ensuring no one

...

she was about to leave, an arm wrapped around her waist,

gasped, only to find herself pinned

her, anger surged through her. She struggled fiercely. "Have you lost your mind? This is

he looked at her. "So what? Other men dat can get close to you, and I can't? Weren't it you

he spoke, the scent

glanced at her wrist, red from his grip. Exhaustion weighed

to keep her composure. "You're drunk. Besides, I turned

his fingertips lingering on her arm. His warm touch felt scorching against her skin, sending an involuntary

hot against her face, making her feel uncomfortably warm.

as his hand slid to her waist, his fingers grazing the thin silk of

to better use." His