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!"

his expression unreadable, before he turned and headed inside the

her shoes and wrapped her coat tighter

the bathroom, Rupert ordered,

nose already starting to run, Sylvia didn't argue, heading straight for the warm, waiting

the tub filling with

water

"Achoo."

shed her

her reflection in the mirror, the memory of the awkward moment resurfaced, prompting her

bones,

knew she needed to clarify the situation with the

had no desire to be caught in the crossfire

the bathroom to find Rupert changing into fresh

as she was about to speak,

moved to

"Bridget."

do you need

send it

Rupert cater to Bridget's requests, Sylvia hesitated, the warmth

around, she retreated back into the foggy

mist cloaked her slender form, providing a

eventually giving way to

her mind a swirl of confusion and cold

perked up at the sound of