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.

he'd laughed it off, saying, "I saw on TV that you could make someone's eyeball explode.

Stella

ran into a tree, fell to the

Just don't hit me, okay? I've only got one slingshot, and I don't want to

and Stella, and because Stella was too shocked to cry, she ended

why should such a little

woman, a dark depth flickered in his deep

and said quietly, "You're

was taken aback, silently pressing

press any harder, the wound's going to split open

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

chest, as if expecting to

Rupert averted his gaze,

a pot of hot water on

the

In

filled with the comforting

aroma of tea.

he poured

in

up the cup, momentarily surprised.

was right; Rupert had probably long guessed she'd

into the Garcia Group

why hadn't he

Sylvia

favorite kind,

of the tea.

her from the inside