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 please-treat the

tough, maybe I should ask Tristan for permission to set

Warren's expressions flickered with panic for a

the Garcias would mean returning to the Carmens-a fate not

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

the person you're joking about finds

the cup, the ruby glinting under the light, each tap resounding

shot Fiona a warning

turned to

spoke out

I'll drink to` make

tilted her head back, downing her

her, focusing on her

but she dared not

of reproach before stepping in

"Sylvia, if you

cheerfully slid the dish

her bowl aside, Sylvia wiped her mouth. "I'm

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

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

compose herself in the restroom, she washed her

cigarette in hand, a barely