Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 245

Sylvia looked at Rupert in surprise. How on earth did he know she was craving clam chowder?

Rupert turned his head slightly, his voice calm, "Go ahead, have some."

"Okay."

Sylvia nodded and took a sip of the soup.

Watching the scene unfold, Warren's expression was inscrutable, his hand gripping his fork tightly.

Fiona dabbed her lips with a napkin, chuckling softly, "Sylvia, what brings you to dinner with Rupert? As someone older, let me remind you that some things shouldn't be repeated. For a woman, reputation is everything."

Sylvia's face turned pale.

She was well aware that Fiona was alluding to that fleeting moment between her and Rupert. Though it had happened ages ago, the Garcias never dared to discuss it openly. Yet here was Fiona, making her feel small in front of everyone at the table.

Just then, the sound of tea being poured interrupted the tension.

After setting down the teapot, Rupert leisurely picked up his cup, his gaze icy as he locked eyes with Fiona.

"I wasn't aware I needed to report my whereabouts to outsiders. Wouldn't you agree?"

The word "outsider" cut Fiona deeply.

"Rupert, what exactly do you mean by that?" Rupert set the cup down slowly, his face devoid of emotion. "Just what I said. Come and go as you

so tough, maybe I should ask

and Warren's expressions flickered with

the Carmens-a

raised his glass toward Rupert. "My mom didn't mean

the person you're joking about finds it funny. Do I really need to explain

against the cup, the ruby glinting under the light, each

shot Fiona a warning

turned to

aunt spoke out of

drink to` make

her head back, downing her

ignored her, focusing

evident, but

hint of reproach before stepping in

said with a grin. "Sylvia, if you enjoy

slid the

aside, Sylvia wiped her

his lips together, his plump cheeks quivering as he squinted at

uneasy under his gaze, Sylvia maneuvered her wheelchair back.

the restroom, she washed

hand, a barely