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!"

unreadable,

shoes and wrapped her

from the bathroom, Rupert ordered,

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

cozy, the

watching the water cascade, pondering

"Achoo."

quickly shed

mirror, the memory of the awkward moment resurfaced, prompting her to sink

heat seeped into her bones, chasing away the lingering

needed to

be caught in the crossfire between Rupert

bathroom to find Rupert changing into fresh clothes brought by Orson, his back turned to ber as

she was about to speak, his phone

moved to the window to

"Bridget."

you need

it

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

around, she retreated back into the foggy sanctuary

cloaked her slender form, providing

giving way to the

a

sound of a car