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.

what exactly do you mean by that?" Rupert set the cup down slowly, his face

so tough, maybe I should ask Tristan

flickered with panic

mean returning to the Carmens-a fate

glass toward Rupert. "My mom didn't mean anything by it, just joking around with

about finds it funny. Do I really need to explain

ruby glinting under the light, each tap resounding

Fiona a warning

Fiona turned

spoke out of

wasn't intentional. I'll drink to` make up

head back,

ignored her, focusing on her

frustration was evident, but she dared not

of

"Sylvia, if you enjoy

the dish closer

her bowl aside, Sylvia wiped her mouth.

together, his plump

uneasy under his gaze, Sylvia maneuvered her wheelchair back.

moment to compose herself in the restroom, she washed her hands and stepped

waiting, cigarette in hand, a barely concealed