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.

that you could make someone's eyeball explode. I just wanted to see it happen. Why'd you have to

shaken Stella and scolded

a tree, fell to the

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

too shocked to cry, she

should such a little devil

woman, a dark depth flickered

at her and

pressing the bandage over

"If you press any harder, the wound's going to

think you'll get to live,"

looking down at her chest, as if expecting to see

Rupert averted his

noticed a pot of hot water on

the lid,

leaves. In

filled with the comforting

aroma of tea.

simple brew, he poured

up. Getting caught in the

up the cup, momentarily surprised. Nothing got past

Rupert had probably long guessed

Group

why hadn't he

Sylvia

kind,

of the tea. It

her from the inside out.