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.

kept hinting and prodding about her boyfriend, even asking

would become

continued climbing steadily. Sylvia had a

conceded to Rupert's silent pressure, shooting him a glare as she

at a leisurely

dinged, and sure enough, there was her

hand, and yanked him, inside, slamming the door shut just as her neighbor stepped

the clear, but then

home? I just got back from work and realized

raced as she stood silently behind the door, hoping her neighbor would give up

a warm breath

again. "Ms. Lloyd, I heard something. I brought you some lasagna

breath was hot

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

whisper in her ear was almost

it at the party. Either trashed or picked up by someone, I don't know," Sylvia replied,

wanted Rupert to know she didn't

their shadows merging on