Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 208 Sylvia never imagined Rupert could be so reckless.

Despite it being late at night, the hospital was bustling with people, yet he dared to shove her hand under his sweater.

Her cold hand touched the man's fiery waist, making her involuntarily let out a soft gasp.

People around turned their heads at the sound, and she quickly looked down, struggling fiercely, but her hand was trapped tightly against his waist.

Sylvia curled her fingers, feeling the heat from his tight muscles against her palm, with no escape in sight. Anyone stepping closer would see her hand sneaking under his sweater.

Perhaps it was her imagination, but the warmth in the palm of her hand felt alarmingly high.

Panicked, she whispered, "Rupert, are you out of your mind? What if someone takes a picture?" Rupert's cold gaze fixed on her, his voice icy, "You're not scared coming to see Warren late at night dressed like that, but you're scared being with me? Why did you come into my room at night in the first place?"

Sylvia flinched, unable to meet his eyes, for once she had deeply loved the man before her. But now...

Her eyes lowered, "Can I regret it? If I could start over, I..."

Before she could finish, Rupert pulled her into his coat, their upper bodies pressed tightly together, and she could even feel his chest rising and falling.

He restrained her body, trying to escape, and said sternly, "There are no regrets with me."

Sylvia looked up, meeting his gaze. The air thickened for a moment; his eyes were dark and his pale complexion seemed oddly off.

opened her mouth to ask something when her

It was her ride.

Rupert

arrived.

"Coming right out."

her face to leave, and felt the weight of a man's coat added

Rupert had already walked to

driver urged, "Miss, we can't park here for

"I'm coming."

her

...

his car, Orson, carrying a bag of medicine, also got

closed his eyes, murmuring, "Nobody

Orson nodded, "No one."

half-closed,

"Understood."

"Follow them."

massaging

asked, "Mr. Rupert, still following? Should I

don't want to be driven mad

wanted to laugh but

her apartment,