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!"

the ground. To keep her balance, she had no choice but to wrap her arms

Put me down!" Sylvia

don't want to risk what little intelligence you have left spilling out, you'd better

felt like it was about to explode with frustration and embarrassment. What did he mean by

carried her towards the car, undeterred by Freya's attempt to intervene with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert, really, you don't need

need, she's fragile and might fall," Rupert said, brushing past Freya as he placed

car door shut, Freya's face pressed

put on her best concerned expression. "Mr. Rupert, Sylvia looks really hurt. She should go to

on the way," Rupert replied curtly, signaling the

the gas, speeding away as if

upcoming intersection. "Just drop

driver glanced at Rupert, and the

culprit of her predicament, and reluctantly canceled her ride. But she couldn't shake the feeling that the car was saturated with the scent of

shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid the cloying

Rupert asked lazily, leaning back,

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

motion, he pulled her onto his lap, his hand gently resting on her back. "How

go of me!" Sylvia tried to pry his hand away, but