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.

his face devoid of emotion. "Just what I said. Come and go as you please-treat the Garcias like

tough, maybe I should ask

Warren's expressions flickered with panic for a

returning to the Carmens-a fate not exactly filled with

Rupert. "My mom didn't mean anything

if the person you're joking about

against the cup, the ruby glinting

Fiona a warning

Fiona turned to

your aunt spoke out

wasn't intentional. I'll drink to`

tilted her head back,

her, focusing on her

evident, but she

with a hint of reproach before stepping

"Sylvia, if you enjoy clam

slid the

bowl aside, Sylvia wiped her mouth.

pressed his lips together, his plump cheeks quivering as he

gaze, Sylvia maneuvered her wheelchair back. "I need to use the restroom. Enjoy

compose herself in the restroom, she

in hand, a barely concealed edge of anger in