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!"

expression unreadable, before

her

bathroom, Rupert ordered, "Go take a

already starting to run, Sylvia didn't argue, heading straight

was cozy, the tub filling with steaming

watching the water cascade, pondering

"Achoo."

shed

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 edge

seeped into her bones,

waiting outside, she knew she needed to

no desire to be caught

from the bathroom to find Rupert changing into fresh clothes brought by Orson, his back turned to

about to

to the window to take the

"Bridget."

you

it over

hesitated, the warmth in her

approach him when he turned around, she retreated back into the foggy sanctuary

her slender form, providing

giving way to the sound

a swirl of confusion and

Bridget perked up at the sound of