Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 358

After grabbing a bite to eat, Sylvia took her medication just like the doctor ordered and collapsed onto her bed, sinking into a groggy daze.

She vaguely heard Naomi say something about heading back to the hotel. Sylvia mumbled a half-asleep "yeah," then drifted off completely.

But for some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was standing right by her bed, watching her.

She cracked her eyes open a sliver, glanced around, then rolled over, trying to ignore it.

The next second, she jolted upright, wide awake, and glared at the man looming at her bedside.

"Uncle Rupert, it's late. What do you want?"

"Did you eat?" Rupert asked, his deep voice rumbling.

"I"

Just as Sylvia was about to say she had, Orson, who'd been hovering behind Rupert, lifted a takeout bag and waggled his eyebrows at her in a not-so-subtle way.

"Ms. Lloyd! Some of Mountain City's best street food! Mr. Rupert hasn't had dinner yet and brought some to share with you."

Knowing how Sylvia loved to be contrary, Orson basically spelled it out for her.

Sylvia pulled the comforter tighter around herself and pretended not to notice. "No thanks. Uncle Rupert, why don't you take it and eat with Bridget? She loves this kind of food."

She wasn't too worried; Rupert was in a wheelchair-there wasn't much he could do.

But as soon as she finished talking, the whole room seemed to go still and heavy, like the air had thickened.

"She's gone home. You're eating with me." Rupert waved Orson off.

the food

against the headboard, her face losing

now he was using her for

move, Rupert's eyes darkened. "Is this how you thank someone

cut him off. "Fine, I get it.

and sat down at the

cold. Suddenly, he reached

eyes down, and kept

Her

was

swollen and sore,

bet

but she kept stuffing

her mouth anyway, feeling

have to

Rupert hadn't even touched his

slamming down his chop

one Swift movement, he

her

her into his

legs, Sylvia tried to wriggle

held her firm,

your legs," she

his voice cold and rough. "So you do

to try, but the tension in his body

married for eight years in another life, after all; she could read his

glancing at him, her eyes misty with all the things she wanted to say