Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 275

"Get inside and talk."

"No need. There's nothing left to say between us." Sylvia stood her ground, glaring at the man.

Rupert's cigarette ember glowed and faded as he approached with quiet footsteps, his form gradually becoming more distinct but never fully emerging from the shadows.

He lingered on the edge of light and dark, his silhouette strikingly handsome, like a predator poised to pounce. His gaze was intense, deep as an abyss, making Sylvia swallow involuntarily despite her resolve.

Rupert glanced at his watch. "In a few minutes, your neighbor will be back from work. Are you sure you want to discuss this here?"

"How do you know that?" Sylvia asked, surprised.

"If I want to know something, I find out," Rupert replied nonchalantly.

The elevator began descending, indicating someone had called it from below. Sylvia's heart skipped a beat.

Her next-door neighbor was a high-powered executive, always returning from work around this time. They hardly interacted, just exchanged pleasantries in the morning.

The one thing that irked Sylvia was how nosy her neighbor could be, always keen on gathering gossip.

time, when Sylvia had a mosquito bite on her neck, the neighbor kept hinting and prodding about her boyfriend, even asking

Sylvia would become the talk

elevator numbers continued climbing steadily. Sylvia had a sinking feeling

conceded to Rupert's silent pressure, shooting him

followed at

dinged, and sure enough, there

inside, slamming the door shut just as her

was in the clear, but

work and realized I'm out of balsamic vinaigrette.

the

breath on her

Lloyd, I heard

was

neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to move away, but Rupert's

in her ear was almost a purr. "Where's

the party. Either trashed or picked up

to know she didn't care about his

in closer, their