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.

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

before her finally pulled

weren't crazy,

on the umbrella, cutting off his words. Sylvia glanced up to see Orson holding a large umbrella

Rupert, the autumn rain's chill. You've only just recovered, and Ms. Lloyd isn't in the best of health either," Orson said

at the sight of the

not going anywhere with you! Uncle Rupert! Remember, none of this is your business!" Sylvia emphasized the "Uncle Rupert"

anything nice

hoisted her over his shoulder and

at Orson, who nervously

had he done wrong? He was just trying to

the car, Orson immediately fetched the first aid

"Mr. Rupert, your hand..."

"It's

Rupert

sed, grabbing a towel

she's not that strong,"

compartment

blood from

quickly turned red. Was this what

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

first aid kit and

quickly wrapped his palm with