Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 266

Rupert's breath lingered in the air as his words hung between them, warming Sylvia's cheeks.

Feeling a bit flustered, she turned her head away.

He knew everything, of course he did.

Sylvia cautiously shifted a step to the side, hoping to escape his breath, but as soon as she did, an arm appeared in front of her.

She had no choice but to stand still. The elevator would reach her floor soon, anyway.

But Rupert seemed to sense her thoughts, leaning in closer, his warm breath cascading over her face.

She could feel it, hot and insistent, just below her nose.

Her breathing quickened, her body responding to the heat of his proximity, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her back.

Lost in thought for a moment, she felt his hand gently brushing aside the strands of her hair, cradling her face.

"Hmm?" Rupert's voice was low, questioning.

"I... I..."

Sylvia stumbled over her words, unsure what to say.

"You said I'd slipped the room key, didn't you think something would happen?"

Sylvia's eyes widened in shock. He even knew about the room key!

His voice was calm, yet she felt an intense pressure, her breath coming in short gasps.

teasing light in them as he

"No..."

started to deny it, but he tilted his head, leaning in, their lips barely

elevator arrived at their

thought she was saved and tried to push him

raised an eyebrow, effortlessly lifting

"You!"

no match for Rupert's intentions, like a lamb before a

around his waist, embarrassed and frustrated, as she

even flinch, his gaze

the playful struggle,

reached the rooftop, andet

m n breeze

them

as the doors opened.

slightly, catching sight of the rooftop garden's vibrant blossoms. She paused, slightly dazed, as Rupert set her down and led her into the garden. The sunken seating area made it feel like they were nestled in a sea of flowers. "Have a

"Yeah."

she tried to keep a straight face,

needed some time to let things unfold

a small fondue set and a selection of

Rupert poured Sylvia

to clear your head. There's no rush for

know I had a drink?" Sylvia asked, surprised. Rupert paused, giving her a meaningful

"I could taste it."

that, Sylvia's cheeks burned bright red, even outside she

gulped down a mouthful of coffee,