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."

on the message that you helped with Bridget's birthday bash. It

glass, gave Bailey

absence and approached, only to

"Bailey, where's Rupert?"

Are you going too?" Bailey said with a light smile. "Ms. Simpson, keeping such

Rupert and

"We'll see

that, she walked past Bridget

the door of Room 6. She checked the number and, ensuring no one was watching, quickly swapped the digits with

...

as she was about to leave, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the

guard, she gasped, only to find herself

struggled fiercely. "Have you lost your mind? This is your

was heavy with an unspoken emotion as he looked at her. "So what? Other men

the scent of alcohol lingered between

grip. Exhaustion weighed on her, and

her composure. "You're drunk. Besides, I

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

lowered his head, his breath hot against her face, making her feel uncomfortably warm. "Then

to her waist, his fingers grazing the thin silk

put to better use." His voice was husky, laced with something dangerous. Rupert leaned in to