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.

of man many women would

privately catering

gauging everyone's reactions, Bridget made

of her bag, her fingers cold

again, she was left

brought back painful memories

the past, after a wild night, Rupert would always leave behind some

Bridget didn't want or had

a relentless,

pale," Bridget asked, resting

reality, silently telling herself

looking at

unsatisfied with

as Sylvia sat down, Bridget quickly walked over, grabbed her

bare wrist, Bridget let out a soft

low, but it sent

arms back. "What are you

to one of gentle grace. "Oh Sylvia don't mind me. I just

kind of watch you

wearing."

replied, pulling her sleeves back down

tissue to wipe

thinking of getting a custom watch for MORupert. What style do you think would suit him? Oh, and should I have

in closer,