Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 326

Sylvia followed Rupert's gaze, only to realize her sweater had somehow hooked itself onto his belt buckle.

Any slight move from him, and her shirt would ride up.

Flustered, she tried to tug her sweater free, but her hand accidentally landed somewhere it really shouldn't have.

The next instant, Rupert's hand closed firmly around her wrist.

His lips pressed into a hard line, his eyes smoldering in the dim light-he looked like a wolf holding himself back.

He growled, every word deliberate: "Don't move."

Sylvia felt the tension in his body, her eyes widening in shock. Sweat prickled along her hairline as she fumbled even more desperately to unhook her sweater.

"My shirt's stuck-"

Click.

His belt buckle popped open.

"Uh-Mr. Rupert..." Orson appeared, clutching an urgent folder. He took one look at the scene, snapped his mouth shut, and spun around. "I saw nothing. I'll come back later."

He beat a hasty retreat.

Sylvia wished she could crawl under the floorboards. She just wanted to get free as fast as possible.

But the more she struggled, the worse it got. In her panic, she ended up yanking almost the entire belt out of Rupert's jeans.

could feel Rupert's gaze on her, growing more and

voice dropped, half amused, half dark: “No

"I'm not rushing!"

thread caught

No matter how hard he tried to keep

out, lifting her chin with a gentle but firm touch. His voice was low and

his desk drawer, pulling out a tiny box cutter from the

was free, Sylvia scrambled backwards, putting some

hole in her

it.

watched

fix his belt, couldn't

notice how effortless-even

casual-he made the movement

look, despite the situation.

flicked over, accidentally catching a glimpse of... well, more than she

Suddenly, Rupert paused.

over her

was broken, that's all!" Sylvia blurted, her

little too loud, a little

down at her, a sly grin curling at his lips. "Anything else you were hoping to

mind went blank, realizing

to her feet, pushing past him. "I need

ordered a glass of ice water. He downed it in one go, eyes

was back to his usual cool, unruffled