Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 342

Rupert's eyes were dark, intense—like a wolf about to pounce.

Sylvia's breath hitched. Her skin, still flushed pink from a hot shower, seemed to glow in the soft light.

Her gaze shimmered through the lingering mist. There was something dreamy and inviting about the way she looked at him.

Rupert leaned in slowly. The usual edge of dominance in his movements was gone, replaced by a rare hint of hesitance.

Sylvia stared up at him, mind wiped blank. For a moment, she completely forgot to resist.

But just as Rupert was about to close the distance between them, a tickle in Sylvia's nose snapped her back to reality.

She shoved him aside and rolled over, letting out a loud sneeze.

"Achoo!"

She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiped her nose, and tossed it away. As she looked down, she realized a warm comforter had been draped over her shoulders.

Rupert was already lying on his back, eyes shut and voice rough with fatigue. "Just get some sleep."

Sylvia rubbed her nose, curling herself up on the edge of the bed. She figured she could make do for now; the day had been a rollercoaster, and she was utterly drained.

She fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow-but it was freezing. Every inch of her backside felt icy, even though she could sense warmth radiating from Rupert beside her.

the edge of dreams, shivering, a strong, gentle hand slid around her waist

pressed to his warmth, Sylvia relaxed, nestling her head against his chest. Her cold fingers instinctively searched

hand closed

Rupert's low voice rumbled, "Careful where you put your hands.

decided to behave. Soon, she drifted off, finally warm and safe. She didn't wake until her phone buzzed, Eloise's name flashing on the screen. The sound

for breakfast," Eloise

Sylvia croaked, her

sound wrecked. Didn't

fine. I'll be right

bed, and

...

Dining Room.

was surprised to

Bridget asked,

she was getting at, so she

all sat down, Eloise started running through the plans

event. Luckily, a friend of mine has a studio here, so

handed Sylvia a big shopping bag from beside

color was exactly her

set? With Mr. Rupert- around, I doubt you need my help.