Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 242

"A prescription over a thousand? No way!"

Chris and Bridget were hanging out, both sporting leather jackets emblazoned with logos of a professional racing team.

Bridget had done her homework. She'd gone online to dig up some info.

Maybe she got the logo wrong, because she couldn't find any team tied to Chris.

What she did find, though, were loads of standards for professional racers.

Amateur bikers have fewer restrictions, but professional racers are held to some seriously strict standards, one of which is perfect vision.

Someone with a prescription that high couldn't possibly be a pro racer.

Sylvia was having a hard time figuring out what was real. Could Chris be pulling the wool over her eyes?

She pondered this for a few seconds, then looked up at Chris just as he was turning to look at some X-rays, giving her a clear view through his glasses.

Looking through those lenses made Sylvia's head spin.

Chris would have a tough time faking something like that.

Plus, Rupert didn't bat an eye at Chris wearing glasses, so it seemed legit that he was nearsighted.

on the images, pointing to a spot, "See here? No bone damage, so it's not a big deal. Just feeling a bit off walking

gaze, catching sight of his wrist-clean, with no sign of a

mentioning that Fanny often custom-

wear one all the time, leaving a mark on

mulling it over, Sylvia decided to test

jumped out of his seat when he saw Sylvia so close.

really nice

to touch Chris's wrist, curious if he had

she could make contact, her wheelchair

been quietly sipping his tea moments ago, now standing behind her, hand firmly

roll the chair forward but it wouldn't budge, so she gave

were serious, "He never wears

don't like wearing them. I'm in surgery sometimes, and taking them

aren't

saw one, they might get the

at his

couldn't have made a

the hospital

distinctly heard another doctor call

"Why the sudden interest in my