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

the shaken Stella and scolded

fell

don't like me, Mom and I will leave. Just don't hit me, okay? I've only got one slingshot, and

and because Stella was too shocked

should such a little devil

a dark depth flickered in his deep eyes,

at her and said

was taken aback, silently pressing the bandage over the

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

don't think you'll get

at her chest, as if expecting to see something written

averted his gaze,

a pot of hot

the lid,

leaves. In a moment, the

filled with the comforting

aroma of tea.

he poured Sylvia a

caught in the

the cup, momentarily surprised. Nothing got

seemed Edwin was right; Rupert had probably long guessed she'd

Garcia Group to peep at

hadn't

Sylvia

favorite kind,

of the

the inside out.