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

his glass, gave Bailey a look, and left

noticed his absence and approached, only

"Bailey, where's Rupert?"

a light smile. "Ms. Simpson,

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

laughed. "We'll

walked

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

...

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

off guard, she gasped, only to find

struggled fiercely. "Have you lost your

her. "So what? Other men dat can get close to you,

he spoke, the scent of alcohol lingered

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

"You're drunk. Besides, I

loosened slightly at her words, his fingertips lingering on her arm. His warm touch felt scorching

his breath hot against her face, making her feel

to her waist, his fingers grazing the thin

to better use." His voice was husky, laced with