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 no choice but to wrap her arms around

Put me down!" Sylvia protested,

you don't want to risk what little intelligence you have left spilling out, you'd better hold on tight, my dear niece," Rupert murmured just for her, his

mind felt like it was about to explode with frustration

to intervene with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert, really, you don't need to help me, I

fragile and might fall," Rupert said, brushing past Freya as he placed

shut, Freya's face pressed against the glass,

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

on the way," Rupert

the gas, speeding away as

upcoming

the car sped through the intersection without

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

to avoid the

lazily, leaning back, resting his chin on his

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

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

to pry his hand away,