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!"

at her, his expression unreadable, before he turned and headed

and wrapped her coat tighter around her, following him

from the bathroom, Rupert ordered, "Go take a

Sylvia didn't argue, heading straight

room was cozy, the tub

water cascade, pondering Rupert's

"Achoo."

her, and she quickly shed her coat, stepping towards the

of her reflection in the mirror, the memory of the awkward moment resurfaced, prompting her to sink into the warm water, leaving only

seeped into her bones, chasing away

she knew she needed to clarify the situation

no desire to be caught in the

bathroom to find Rupert changing into fresh clothes brought

she was about to

moved to the window to take the

"Bridget."

you

send it

the warmth in

to approach him when he turned around, she retreated

cloaked her slender form, providing a

eventually giving

her lip, her mind a swirl of confusion and cold

perked up at the sound of a car pulling