Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 205

Sylvia hurried forward, her hand outstretched yet hesitating to touch him, for fear of causing him more pain.

"Warren..."

Her voice cracked, and guilt washed over her. If it weren't for her, Warren wouldn't be in this condition. Warren looked at her, gently pulling her to sit beside him on the bed, and with a tender gesture, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

The chill of the late autumn night seeped into the room. Sylvia, dressed lightly, had her hair tousled from her rush over, a few strands clinging to her damp eyelashes, making her reddened, moist eyes appear even more captivating.

His hand lingered on her cheek unwillingly, a comforting smile on his lips, "I'm really okay. Maybe I should get up and walk it off?"

Sylvia quickly grabbed his hand to stop him, admonishing, "Stop joking around. You're not a kid anymore." He looked at Sylvia, silent laugh in his eyes, though his gaze briefly darted past her.

Sensing something, Sylvia started to turn, but Warren seemed to lose his strength and leaned into her. Instinctively, she caught him.

He wrapped his arms around her, patting her back gently, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

it was just to comfort her

Warren's embrace tightened, his breath warm against her cheek, tinged with a hint of longing. "Sylvia, when the accident happened, I was scared. Scared I'd never see you again. All I could do was

her hands moving involuntarily towards him, wanting to push him away. Yet, Warren held her closer,

finally

Warren slightly loosened his hold but didn't let go

hair, cradling her face. He moved closer, his breath quick and

what was about to happen, frozen

push him away, his lips

sw nove

The unfamiliar closeness, the

face seemed strange to her, stirring panic. She

still, a bitter

Sylvia fumbled with her clothing, wanting to explain, a loud bang came

nurse's voice followed, "Who's there? Who kicked the trash

"I'll go check

waiting for Warren's response,