Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 367

Eloise gripped her phone tight and absentmindedly rubbed her stomach. "You know, I've been pregnant before, too," she said quietly.

Sylvia felt a sharp, stabbing ache in her chest. No wonder Eloise was falling apart.

"Hey, Sylvia, I'm not even drunk yet. Come on, have a couple drinks with me."

"Sure," Sylvia agreed. She knew Eloise needed to let off some steam-honestly, so did she.

A sleek black car cruised down the wide avenue. The window was rolled down a crack, letting wisps of cigarette smoke curl around the driver's shadowed face.

Orson, at the wheel, suddenly pulled to the curb. He nodded toward the sidewalk. "Mr. Rupert, that's Ms. Lloyd. Who's the guy with her?"

Rupert looked up just in time to see another man carrying her purse and laughing as he followed her into an underground bar.

His cigarette snapped in two between his fingers. The burning tip fell onto the back of his hand, but he didn't even flinch.

"Pull over," Rupert said coldly.

"Yes, sir."

Inside the bar, Sylvia was already feeling a little lightheaded after two shots of bourbon.

She grabbed Eloise's hand across the table. "Eloise, I figured it out. He never loved you. That's it! It's not your fault!"

Eloise, usually all business and steel, burst out laughing. "You're damn right! Screw him! Cheers!"

They clinked glasses, but after the next round, Eloise slumped over, completely out.

let

table noticed

hand twisted his

out-until he saw

"Mr. Rupert-sir, I—"

"Get lost," Rupert growled.

bolted, clutching his

up to the table, glaring at the drunk, slumped Sylvia, his jaw

someone to take Ms. Eloise home," he

"Yes, sir."

word, Rupert scooped Sylvia up into his arms and carried her

the counter, he shot a frosty look at the bartender, who froze, dropping two glasses in terror and watching in stunned silence

home, Sylvia suddenly sat bolt upright

the car! I'm gonna be

pulled over,

barely making it to

she threw

over

until a bottle

appeared under her nose.

everyone else?" Rupert's dry, mocking voice cut through the

cold wind stung her eyes as

outline blurred by the city

his hand, frowning deeply. "Why

night? The last night in