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.

slammed her fork down. "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

is so tough, maybe I should ask Tristan for permission to set

expressions flickered

returning to the Carmens-a fate not exactly filled with

ever the savvy one, raised his glass toward Rupert. "My mom didn't mean anything

about finds it funny. Do I really

fingers tapped rhythmically against the cup, the ruby

Fiona a

Fiona turned

aunt spoke out of

I'll drink

her head back,

ignored her, focusing on her

was evident, but she dared not provoke

of reproach before stepping in to

grin. "Sylvia, if you enjoy clam chowder that

the dish closer to

aside, Sylvia

his lips together, his plump cheeks quivering as he

gaze, Sylvia maneuvered her wheelchair back. "I need

compose herself in the restroom, she washed her hands and

barely