Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 240

Chris was just like always. Though he was a doctor, he had this knack for turning every conversation into a stand-up comedy routine.

His tone was always upbeat, brimming with energy and optimism.

It was hard to believe this was the same guy who'd go wild when he and Bridget were together.

If Sylvia hadn't already seen through his facade, she would've thought, like most people, that being friends with Chris was a joy.

Even she once considered that maybe, just maybe, in a past life, Chris's wrongdoings were all Rupert's doing.

But now, it was clear. He did it all willingly.

When he operated on Stella, he had no intention of letting her pull through.

At that time, the only thing tying Sylvia to Rupert was their child.

Because of the child, Rupert, a man of his stature, couldn't just abandon his wife and daughter. So he was stuck, torn between his affection for Bridget and their illegitimate child and his desire to get rid of Sylvia and Stella.

And with Chris and Bridget's inside help, Sylvia and Stella didn't stand a chance.

Sylvia never imagined that this joyful man would go so far as to help his lover marry his best friend with their son in tow.

Lost in thought, Sylvia didn't notice Chris approaching until he was right in front of her, squatting down, reaching for her foot.

She pulled back, wincing, "Don't touch me!"

was taken aback by the hostility in Sylvia's voice. Although she had never been

animosity was

a moment, Chris was at

then Sylvia realized she

Bridget

with Rupert backing them, she had no chance of

she knew something, she could be in

feigned pain,

back to the moment, his smile all sincere, "You should've said so.

to her surprise, he knelt

came Rupert's cold voice from behind

his knee. "What, you want

"Move over," Rupert gestured.

an injury, not proposing. What's the rush?" Chris

leaning in to

puzzled. Was

the

Warm and attentive.

he and Bridget

Chris stood up, dusting off his knee,

minor scrape, mostly a sprain. How'd

knew he might be

trying to look natural, "Outside the studio, by the flowerbed. Didn't see the