Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 239

"Sylvia, I'm fine, really. You're not heavy at all. I'll get up and help you," Freya said, as if Sylvia had purposely decided to crush her with her weight.

Sylvia couldn't help but roll her eyes discreetly.

Why on earth had she decided to trust Freya?

As Freya got up, she cast a pitiful glance towards the car window, her movements exaggeratedly slow, almost like she was in a dramatic play.

Suddenly, the sound of the car door opening came from behind Sylvia.

Freya instantly morphed into a picture of innocence, looking up at the

approaching man with big doe eyes. "Mr. Rupert, really, I'm fine! I can manage, I just..."

Sylvia felt goosebumps rise on her skin. In another life, what had possessed her to think Freya was genuinely pitiful?

Unable to stand it any longer, Sylvia shuffled forward.

But Freya's voice suddenly cut off, replaced by Sylvia's startled yelp.

"Ah!"

had swooped in, grabbing her purse and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. To keep her balance, she had

Put me down!" Sylvia protested,

little intelligence you have left spilling out, you'd better hold on tight, my dear

about to explode with frustration and embarrassment. What did he

a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert, really, you don't need to

said, brushing past Freya as he placed Sylvia in the

face pressed

Rupert, Sylvia looks really hurt. She should go to the hospital. I need to go

the way," Rupert replied curtly,

beat, the driver hit the gas, speeding away

pointing towards the upcoming intersection. "Just

at Rupert, and the car sped through the intersection

shake the feeling that the car was saturated with the scent of

to avoid

in the seat?" Rupert asked lazily, leaning back, resting

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

motion, he pulled her onto his lap, his hand gently resting on

of me!" Sylvia tried to pry