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!"

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

doing? Put

you have left spilling out, you'd better

to explode with frustration and embarrassment.

attempt to intervene with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert,

fragile and might fall," Rupert said, brushing

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

really hurt. She should go to the hospital. I need to go too, so maybe we

on the way," Rupert replied

the driver hit the gas, speeding away

resigned, pointing towards the upcoming intersection.

and the

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

to avoid

lazily, leaning back,

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

pulled her onto his lap, his hand gently resting on her back.

to pry his hand away, but he