Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 225

"

Why won't he speak up?

Sylvia's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. First, there was Warren's sudden change, and now Rupert's silent retreat as if he had vanished into thin air.

What was real? What was just a facade?

She looked at the crisscross of scars and tentatively asked, "Does Tristan often give you the 'family treatment"?"

"I'm not stupid," Rupert replied dismissively.

"Then when do you end up getting the 'treatment'?"

"When others don't use their brains."

Others, meaning Sylvia.

So, this sly old fox, Rupert, surely knew how to protect himself.

Then why was he...

Lost in thought, Rupert turned his head slightly. "Sylvia."

"Hmm?"

"Have you touched enough?"

Sylvia snapped back to reality, realizing her hand had been tracing the marks on Rupert's back all along.

hand and awkwardly rummaged through the first aid kit for some

just a minor cut. I'll put some ointment on

pocket," Rupert

picked up his jacket from the couch, and found a few

had been prepared all along. He must have let her

I'm going to disinfect it. It might sting a little, so

pressed the alcohol swab onto the bleeding spot, but instead of the reaction she expected, Rupert smoothly shifted, pulling her

arms, he

up, meeting his intense gaze, which seemed to

spent together in a

leg, holding her in place with just the

bare chest brushed against her, his warm breath

his voice was

shook her head, pulling her

chuckled softly, his hand behind

tried to raise her hand, he caught it. "Still

notches, yet the commanding

cah." As she defiantly began to respond, he found

spot on her

back,

melted instantly.

kneaded gently, his

she whispered, biting her lip to keep

answer, try

bathe

fire