Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 250

Sylvia still had the watch Rupert had left behind in her bag.

She couldn't quite understand why he'd done it.

As she mulled it over, Bridget raised her wrist for everyone to admire.

Wrapped around her pale wrist was a wide, full-diamond watch, with rubies spaced along the band and even the watch face was encrusted with rubies and white diamonds.

At first glance, it looked like a starry sky wrapped around her wrist, making it impossible to read the numbers on the dial.

It looked like a sparkling silver ribbon tied around her wrist.

Anyone with a keen eye would know that Bridget's watch was an auction piece, not something you'd see just anywhere.

And it definitely wasn't cheap.

A colleague held up Bridget's arm, admiring it. "This looks like an antique, the craftsmanship is extraordinary, and most importantly, it suits you perfectly. Mr. Rupert really put thought into this, it must have cost a fortune, right?"

Bridget withdrew her hand, casting a glance at Sylvia's wrist, a playful smile on her lips.

"Some things are priceless when they touch your heart. I like it, and Mr. Rupert doesn't care about the price. In fact, he initially wanted to give me a watch like his own, but I wasn't into it. So he went to the auction house and got me this antique piece."

Her implication was clear-Rupert was madly in love with her.

Even though she had rejected the idea of having a matching watch, he still spared no expense to buy her what she truly wanted.

Just a little offhand comment like that was enough to make some people green with envy.

many women would fawn over, yet he didn't even

privately catering to Bridget's every

everyone's reactions, Bridget made a point of looking

strap of her bag, her fingers cold

once again, she was

painful

wild night, Rupert would always leave behind

Bridget didn't want

a relentless, humiliating

pale," Bridget asked, resting her chin

to reality, silently telling herself that none of it would happen

set down her bag and, without looking at Bridget, calmly replied, "My

with Sylvia's calm

Bridget quickly walked over, grabbed her arms, and pulled up her

wrist, Bridget let out a soft

sound was low, but it sent

arms back. "What

one of gentle grace. "Oh Sylvia

kind of watch

wearing."

Sylvia replied, pulling

to

might be into watches. Well then, can you give me some advice? I'm thinking of getting a custom watch

closer,