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!"

and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. To keep her balance, she had

are you doing? Put me down!" Sylvia

little intelligence you have left spilling out, you'd better hold on tight, my dear niece," Rupert murmured just for her, his voice low and

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

undeterred by Freya's attempt to intervene with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert, really, you don't need to help me,

Rupert said, brushing past Freya as he placed Sylvia in the

door shut, Freya's face pressed against the glass, startling

expression. "Mr. Rupert, Sylvia looks really hurt. She should go to the hospital. I need to go too,

on the way," Rupert replied

a beat, the driver hit the gas, speeding away as if they

the car, resigned, pointing towards the upcoming intersection. "Just drop me off here.

and the car sped through the

that the car was saturated with the scent of Bridget's perfume, a lingering reminder of intimacy she

trying to avoid

asked lazily, leaning back, resting his chin on his hand

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

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

of me!" Sylvia tried to pry his hand