Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 327

Ever since she'd gotten tangled up in the messy triangle between Fanny, Bridget, and Caleb, everything had unfolded exactly as Rupert had planned.

It was nothing more than a strategic move just another step in his quest for real control over the mining company.

He watched her seek out Fanny, let Fanny torment her, and then sat back to reap the rewards like a patient fisherman waiting for the perfect catch.

Right now, Sylvia felt like her heart was being stabbed by a thousand needles. Her throat was tight, as if something was lodged there, squeezing the air out of her lungs until she could barely breathe.

After Orson left, Sylvia quietly returned to her seat.

She'd barely sat down when the flight attendant appeared with a tray of food. The sight of it made her stomach turn.

"I'm not hungry," she said, voice flat. "Just bring me a glass of wine."

The flight attendant hesitated, glancing at Rupert, who sat beside her.

Rupert looked up, his eyes cool and unreadable. "Drinking on an empty stomach?"

Sylvia didn't look at him. She kept her gaze glued to the clouds outside the window. "It won't kill me."

Rupert waved the attendant off, making it clear she wasn't to bring the wine.

He was unusually patient, nodding toward the food on her tray. "Eat something first. You need to take your meds soon."

The pneumonia had been serious-she'd only just gotten out of the hospital, and Dr. Chris had prescribed a little something to help her recover. The catch: she had to take it with food.

was surprised

down

something else he was still just using her. That

at the paperwork in his hand. "You're a busy man, Uncle Rupert. No need to trouble

over to her seat. He grasped her chin, tipping

he said, voice low, "or do you

her jaw, refusing

she caught the flight attendant

curiosity-did Sylvia finally and

her spoon

in,

she hated anyone seeing them act too close. If word got

and Naomi would

never cared-he

shoved the plate aside and took her medicine. Afterward, she turned away and curled up in

her body heavy

exhaustion.

and turned to her. "You

answer, but she could sense he wasn't

the distinctive Twitter notification. He shot a glance at the screen, then stood up and left

eyelids drooping. She was just drifting off when she heard the flight attendants whispering behind

Rupert is so thoughtful.

and he acted like it was