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.

and awkwardly rummaged through the

it's bleeding, it's just a minor cut. I'll put some ointment

my coat pocket,"

the couch, and found

gritted her teeth, realizing he had been prepared all along. He must have let

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

instead of the reaction she expected, Rupert smoothly shifted, pulling her onto

arms, he murmured, "Is this

intense gaze, which seemed to want

remembered the wild nights they spent together in a past life, and her back heated up

tried to move away, his hand rested on her leg, holding

bare chest brushed against her, his warm breath fanning

continue playing?" his voice was thick with

no," Sylvia shook her head, pulling her neck

hand

as she tried to raise her hand,

few notches, yet the commanding

As she defiantly began to respond, he found

on

back,

melted

He kneaded gently,

her lip to keep from making

try

bathe

fire in his