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.

someone's eyeball explode. I just wanted to see it happen.

the shaken Stella and scolded him a

tree, fell to the ground crying, drawing a

Lloyd, if you don't like me, Mom and I will leave. Just don't hit me, okay? I've only got one slingshot, and I don't want to share it with Stella. I've already given Dad to her, what more

Stella, and because Stella was too shocked to cry, she ended up looking like the

why should such a

Rupert to see his woman, a dark depth flickered in his deep eyes, like

stared at her and said quietly,

pressing

harder, the wound's

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

at her chest, as if expecting to see

his gaze, hiding

a pot of hot water on

opened the

leaves. In a moment, the

filled with the comforting

aroma of tea.

simple brew, he poured Sylvia a

Getting caught in the rain isn't

momentarily surprised. Nothing got

right; Rupert

into the Garcia Group to peep at project

hadn't

Sylvia

kind, and

the tea.

the inside