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.

sliding down his face, his eyes clouded with something she couldn't quite

her finally pulled away, his hand

crazy, how else could

umbrella, cutting off his words. Sylvia glanced

chill. You've only just recovered, and Ms. Lloyd isn't in the best of health

frowned at the sight of the drenched Sylvia. "Get in

you! Uncle Rupert! Remember, none of

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

she knew it, Rupert had hoisted her over his shoulder

dark look at Orson, who

He was just trying to

immediately fetched the

"Mr. Rupert, your hand..."

"It's

Rupert

sed, grabbing a towel

she's not that strong,"

compartment

from

the towel quickly turned red. Was this what

Orson was about to protest, Rupert gave him a meaningful look that

kit and turned away, cranking up the

his palm with gauze, staunching the bleeding for