Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 211

Edwin quickly handed the tray over to Sylvia, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "Hey, why don't you take this up to Rupert? He's been working all morning and hasn't had a bite to eat."

Sylvia glanced at the steaming bowl of soup, realizing she didn't have much choice but to roll with it. "Alright," she nodded, grabbing the tray and heading upstairs.

By the time she reached the door to Rupert's room, her palms were slick with sweat. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Just then, a deep voice came from inside.

"Come in, Sylvia."

The tray almost slipped from her grasp. Rupert had always made her feel invisible. How was she supposed to deal with him now? But she was determined. Even if she failed, she had to try.

Taking a deep breath, Sylvia nudged the door open. The room was minimalist, dominated by shades of gray. Soft light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over Rupert as he lay there, one arm hooked up to an IV. The light softened his sharp features, giving him an unexpectedly approachable look, and Sylvia found herself unable to look away.

Rupert's eyes flicked up to meet hers, pulling her from her reverie. Embarrassed at being caught staring, she quickly averted her gaze and approached the bed.

"I brought you your clothes from Edwin, and Orson asked me to bring you some food while I was at it." She fumbled through the explanation.

Rupert's voice was low and teasing. "Who asked you to explain yourself so quickly?"

setting the tray

gaze drifted to the items on the

to bring me meds, did

for the

glanced

the bowl.

IV-free hand slightly. "I'm a bit tied

at the spoon. "Use your other

he shrugged, giving

she smirked, "Rupert, you're not expecting

narrowed slightly, a hint of danger in

she could straighten up, Rupert's hand shot out, pulling her down to sit on the edge of the

"Go on then."

presence left Sylvia momentarily flustered, her eyes wide with surprise. Rupert's expression remained impassive, yet there was a flicker of warmth in his

Don't bite off

retorted, picking up the bowl and stirring