Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 292

Sylvia spun around, only to find herself cornered by a shadowy figure.

Rupert stood there, twirling a towel in his hands, his slightly tousled hair giving him an irresistibly roguish charm.

Before she could process the situation or even think of an escape plan, she was pulled into the embrace of a strong chest.

Any attempt to explain herself evaporated as Rupert captured her words in a teasing, feather-light kiss.

His touch was gentle, as if she were made of glass, so tender that it left Sylvia feeling more unsteady than ever, her defenses crumbling as she forgot to push

him away.

With his lips brushing against hers, he murmured softly, "Boyfriend?"

"I lied-"

"Shut up," he commanded, cutting off her confession before it could fully form.

The kiss deepened slowly, deliberately, making the world around her spin.

Sylvia's mind went blank, as if time had paused, yet inside she was a whirlwind of emotions.

Suddenly, she managed to push Rupert away, only to be interrupted by an unexpected sneeze.

"Achoo!"

eyes at her, his expression unreadable, before he turned and headed inside the

her shoes and wrapped her

from the bathroom, Rupert

didn't argue, heading straight for the warm, waiting

room was cozy, the tub filling

paused, watching the water cascade, pondering Rupert's

"Achoo."

shed her

caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, the memory of the awkward moment resurfaced, prompting her to sink into the warm water, leaving only her injured hand resting on the

bones, chasing away the

needed to clarify

desire to be caught in the

into fresh

about

moved to the window to take the

"Bridget."

you need

it

cater to Bridget's requests, Sylvia hesitated, the warmth in her cheeks fading

him when he turned around,

mist cloaked her slender form, providing a

drifted in snippets, eventually giving way to the sound of

lip, her mind a swirl of

sound of a car pulling in and