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!"

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

you doing? Put me down!" Sylvia protested,

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

explode with frustration and

her towards the car, undeterred by Freya's attempt to intervene with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert, really, you

brushing past Freya as he placed Sylvia in the

Freya's face pressed

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

on the way," Rupert replied curtly, signaling

the gas, speeding away as if

towards the upcoming intersection. "Just

at Rupert, and the car sped through the intersection

at Rupert, 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 Bridget's perfume, a lingering reminder of intimacy she wanted to

shifted uncomfortably, trying to

asked lazily, leaning back, resting his chin

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

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

pry his hand