Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 226

Sylvia froze for a moment, but reality quickly snapped her back.

She and Rupert?

Impossible!

There were no kids between them now, no shotgun weddings, nothing at all.

Just hate.

And most importantly... Bridget hadn't run off with a bun in the oven.

The thought hit Sylvia like a plunge into icy winter from a blazing summer, every pore shivering in the cold.

She pursed her lips and said, "Rupert, save that talk for your woman."

"I'll help you bandage up, but make sure you spend some time with her."

See your precious Rufus one last time.

Maybe she had grown cold-hearted.

When she found out Bridget wanted to get rid of the baby, she was only a little surprised, but not at all regretful, and she definitely didn't think to inform Rupert.

If he stopped it, what would be the point?

A devil like that should just wash away down the drain.

He'd picked up eight or nine tenths of Bridget's bad habits, using his health as an excuse to constantly prank Stella.

Once, he'd even aimed a slingshot at Stella's eye. Luckily, she ducked just in time.

eyeball explode. I just wanted to see it happen. Why'd you have to dodge?

protected the shaken Stella and scolded him a

into a tree, fell

got one slingshot, and I don't want to share it with Stella. I've already given Dad to her,

was too shocked to cry, she ended

why should such a little devil be

see his woman, a dark depth flickered in his

her and said quietly, "You're

aback, silently pressing the bandage over the

wound's going to split open again." "..."

die, don't think you'll get to live,"

looking down at her chest, as if

averted his gaze, hiding his

of hot water

the lid, and

leaves. In a moment, the

filled with the comforting

aroma of tea.

simple brew, he

in the rain isn't

momentarily surprised. Nothing got past

was right; Rupert had

Garcia Group to

hadn't he

Sylvia

kind,

of the tea.

from the inside out.