Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 288

Sylvia picked up the paring knife from the fruit bowl on the coffee table in the living

room.

She had a feeling Rupert would come.

And he did. But he was quick to stop her knife.

With seemingly little effort, he caught the blade, rendering Sylvia's attempts to push it forward completely useless.

Her eyes were red and filled with hatred, but her face was a mask of despair, her lips bitten hard enough to leave deep imprints, a hint of crimson seeping through. Rupert's gaze was inscrutable as he watched her.

As Sylvia's strength waned, Rupert's grip loosened, and the knife slashed across his palm, leaving a trail of blood.

Sylvia froze in shock.

Rupert merely remarked, "What now?"

"You're insane! Absolutely insane!"

Sylvia dropped the knife and turned to leave.

Rupert was quicker, catching her by the nape of her neck, pulling her back to him, and planting a forceful kiss on her lips.

Sylvia's eyes widened as she struggled against him, her fists pounding on his chest, but he was unyielding, his kiss deepening.

face, his eyes clouded with something she

pelted their skin, making Sylvia shiver. The man before her finally pulled

crazy, how

cutting off his words. Sylvia glanced up to see Orson holding

autumn rain's chill. You've only just recovered, and Ms. Lloyd isn't in the best

sight of the

of this is your business!" Sylvia emphasized the "Uncle Rupert"

known better than to expect anything nice from that mouth of yours."

knew it, Rupert had hoisted her over his

Rupert shot a dark look at Orson,

done wrong? He was just trying to

Orson immediately fetched the

"Mr. Rupert, your hand..."

"It's

Rupert

sed, grabbing a towel

she's not that strong,"

compartment

blood from his

turned red. Was this what

Rupert gave him a meaningful look

Orson handed over the first aid kit and turned

wrapped his palm with gauze, staunching the