Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 289

Sylvia could barely take it anymore. The pain was so intense, she felt like something was crawling under her skin. Rupert held her tightly, his strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her from squirming away.

"Stay still. Do you want to lose your hand?" His voice was low and firm, and the warmth of his breath against her ear left no room for argument.

The thought of her injured hand made Sylvia stop struggling. Ever since leaving the Garcia Manor, the wound on her hand had been throbbing painfully. She hadn't even registered a word Naomi said to her.

Rupert retrieved a bottle of saline solution from the first aid kit. "Brace yourself," he murmured.

Before Sylvia could process his words, Rupert began to rinse the wound. The sharp sting made her scalp tingle, and her fingers tremble.

It felt like something was wriggling beneath her flesh.

Unable to bear it, she tried to pull away, but Rupert's grip tightened.

Then, she felt a strange sensation around the wound.

Looking down, Sylvia saw Rupert not only cleaning her wound but also gently caressing the skin around it to ease her pain.

She blinked in surprise.

After a moment, the blood and debris were washed away, but a small shard was embedded deeply.

suggest handling it herself, Rupert

his palm, but he merely wiped it

taken aback. How

Rupert instructed, his face

asked, snapping out of

afraid of

kid, I'm not

winced, her face paling, instinctively trying

up, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Not afraid,

bit her lip, realizing she couldn't bluff her way

the tweezers, she couldn't help but frown. Suddenly, a large hand gently pressed her face into

she could smell was his

blank

at his

mind blank for a feet seconds as she stole a

from the car's interior lamp cast a soft

in such warmth, Sylvia couldn't fathom the depths of his

What did he want?

was the one who

one who publicly distanced himself from

was the one who wouldn't