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."

"I've passed on the message that you helped with Bridget's birthday bash. It should smooth over the recent rumors. If all

his glass, gave Bailey a look,

his absence and approached, only to

"Bailey, where's Rupert?"

Bailey said with a light smile. "Ms. Simpson, keeping such a tight leash

not in a relationship; you wouldn't understand the fun Rupert and I have," Bridget retorted, not

laughed. "We'll see

she walked past Bridget and

arrived at the door of Room 6. She checked the number and,

...

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

gasped, only to find herself pinned against the

the man in front of her, anger surged through her. She struggled fiercely. "Have you lost your mind? This is

Other men dat can get close to you, and I can't?

scent of alcohol lingered

his grip. Exhaustion weighed on her, and

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

her arm. His warm touch felt scorching

his head, his breath hot against her face, making

into a startled gasp as his hand slid to her waist, his fingers grazing the thin silk of her dress, making her let out an

that irritate me. Maybe it should be put to better use." His voice was husky, laced with something dangerous. Rupert leaned in