Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 361

When Chris finally saw the helmet clearly, he froze on the spot.

It was unmistakable. He'd had this exact helmet custom-made for Caleb Lennon. His own handwriting still adorned the side: "Ride Safe."

But Caleb was supposed to be recovering from an injury. What was his helmet doing here?

Confused, Chris stepped closer-then was stopped short by unmistakable sounds coming from inside the room.

He started to turn away, embarrassment prickling his skin-only to catch a glimpse of the woman's face on the bed.

Bridget.

Rage burned through him. Chris clenched the hotel keycard in his fist, ready to storm in. But instead, he forced himself to back out of the room quietly, shutting the door without a sound.

Rupert had given him this keycard for a reason to avoid causing a scene.

...

Hospital Room.

Rupert barely glanced up when Chris walked in, as if he'd been expecting him. He pulled out a pack of Marlboros, offered one to Chris.

Chris stared at him, bitterness in his eyes, then took the cigarette. Even his hands shook as he tried-and failed-to flick the lighter.

Rupert wordlessly leaned over and lit it for him.

Chris didn't smoke much; the first drag made him cough hard. He swallowed the ache and muttered, "How long have you known?"

Rupert exhaled, voice flat: "Since their first hotel hookup."

Chris's eyes widened. "That was-?"

time they

coughed again, this time

well-bred girl, the type you'd expect to see at Sunday brunch with her parents, not sneaking around hotels. And she was supposed to be Rupert's fiancée-what the hell was going

mind. "People can fake anything if

looked at Rupert, guilt

shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Bridget and I... it was always

business?" Chris pressed,

story for another time.

"Like what?"

a used syringe onto the

you're out, Chris. Next time, I'm not

syringe, crushing his cigarette in his shaking hand. His face

home tomorrow," Chris

...

Sylvia

check on Mrs. Carter and her family. The Carters had finally gotten the compensation they deserved, and Mr. Carter-thanks

them and left a little

at the hotel, Eloise was

said, warmth in her

tonight. Mr. Lennon's really impressed with you and asked for you specifically Don't miss it-these chances don't come often. We leave

thing in the

"Of course," Sylvia replied.

Eloise headed back to

minutes early at the hotel's ground-floor restaurant, only to find Eloise already there

"Where's Bridget?"

Rupert wants her

expression flickering, but then she smiled and followed

crossed the lobby, Sylvia spotted Tristan

Rupert's out