Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 187

"Please," Sylvia said with a huff.

"Hmm?" Rupert's voice was low and magnetic, laced with a hint of seduction, "Don't you enjoy calling me 'uncle'? Say uncle, pretty please."

His warm breath mingled with his voice, making Sylvia blush from ear to ear.

No way!

Absolutely not!

Seeing her refuse to speak, Rupert's large hand began to wander up her waist, inching ever so slowly upward.

Sylvia's eyes widened, a flush spreading from her cheeks down her body, leaving her feeling light-headed and weak.

Eventually, she gave in.

"Uncle, please..."

Rupert's gaze flickered as he looked at her, his fingers brushing her cheek lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

He stepped back, turning away to light a cigarette, his dark silhouette folding into an inscrutable mood.

"There are clothes in the closet."

giving it much thought, Sylvia opened the closet and

got caught in the fabric, stuck in place. She twisted awkwardly, trying to

"Let me."

Rupert was behind her, his masculine presence enveloping her,

her back, inadvertently brushing against her skin as he fixed the

was up, Sylvia felt a weight on

"What's this?"

the dress," Rupert replied

beautifully carved

and craftsmanship were exquisite, clearly a piece of significant

expensive accessory

she didn't want

I..." I

"Shh."

Rupert caught her hand, silencing her. Outside, the noise indicated that the party was starting sooner

In the banquet hall.

invited the guests to watch a birthday

lit up, it accidentally displayed footage from a security

two figures writhed on a

voice could be heard, "Mmm... promise you'll marry

stealthily take over her studio's key designs, she'll be left with