Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 188

Sylvia was huddled behind the door, peering through the peephole to catch a glimpse of the commotion outside.

Eloise, leading the charge with fury in her step, halted right in front of room number 6.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, Bridget stepped forward to intervene.

In a hushed tone, she advised, "Ms. Eloise, knocking will only give them time to cover their tracks. Then, we'll have no proof. After everything you've done for Sylvia, and this is how she repays you? Are you really going to let her off with her dignity intact? I feel outraged on your behalf, which is why I brought the key to the lounge."

With that, Bridget pressed the key into Eloise's hand.

Fuming over the thought of her husband and one of her employees conspiring behind her back, Eloise's rationality vanished. She turned, swiftly unlocked the door, and stormed inside.

The people inside barely had time to react before a cacophony of screams filled the air.

Sylvia, with her ear practically glued to the door, could hear nothing of the chaos inside, which was driving her insane!

The man behind her edged closer, his voice low and tinged with amusement, "Aren't you going in?"

So engrossed was Sylvia that she hadn't noticed his approach, murmuring, "How did they get here so quickly?"

wait until they're finished? That wouldn't be fun

warmed Sylvia's cheek; she spun around, her lips

but a moment, yet his gaze deepened, his arms encircling her

hers, he stated,

"It wasn't-mm..."

...

later, Sylvia slipped out of the

figure. He leaned against the wall, wiping a trace of blood from his lip, his gaze fixed on Sylvia with a predatory

her head and squeezed into the lounge with the rest of the

entering, Sylvia

with a hint of scandal. No wonder those two couldn't keep their hands off each other; the room had been laced with

nose, craning her neck to see Eloise's husband covering another woman with his jacket,

a matter of

even in the throes of separation, Eloise sought to maintain

perhaps it was hope more

her husband would forsake his affair and

knew it was a lost cause, her

rushed to support her, her eyes