Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 370

Wedding Favors?

Sylvia stared blankly at the box in front of her.

It was shaped like a music box, every detail showing off beautiful hand-crafted work.

If the packaging was already this impressive, whatever was inside must be even more extravagant.

In a daze, she watched as Bridget swept in, draped in a loose, ivory cashmere dress that somehow made her glow. It was the kind of soft, elegant look that would belong in a fall catalog.

Bridget gently placed a hand on her not-yet-there belly, smiling playfully. "Sylvia, did you catch the news today? Mr. Rupert and I are tying the knot! Mainly because Mr. Rupert knows how much I care about looking good and he's worried I'll outgrow my wedding dress if we wait too long."

She gestured at the little boxes scattered on the breakroom table.

"The moment we announced our engagement, all these brands started sending over wedding favors for me to choose from. I honestly can't pick, so I figured I'd let everyone help me out."

She turned to Sylvia, holding out the prettiest box. "This one's for you. It's the priciest Mr. Rupert picked it out himself."

Bridget beamed and nudged the favor into Sylvia's hands.

Sylvia didn't react fast enough. The box slipped and hit the floor with a soft thud. The delicate shell split apart, and a tiny bottle of luxury perfume shattered, the scent flooding the office-overwhelming, floral, and sharp enough to make Sylvia's lingering hangover churn.

"Oh my gosh!"

and immediately reached for Sylvia's

instinctively pulled away. Bridget stumbled backward, bumping into the table. She clutched her stomach, her voice trembling, "Sylvia, why'd you push

rest of the office swarmed

"Are you okay, Bridget?"

Bridget insisted with a pained little smile, "It

least apologize. Bridget's carrying Mr. Rupert's baby, and the gift she gave you was

turned on Sylvia from all around

belly, her lips

have work to do?" Eloise strode in-no-nonsense,

front of Bridget, her face unreadable. "Congrats," she said, her tone perfectly polite. "But you know what they say-it's best to keep

Eloise a sweet but pointed look. suppose Ms. Eloise wouldn't know what

so

stepped in front of her, smiling coolly at Bridget's stomach.

on her belly, her

to Sylvia. "Come with me

followed her into the

her temples and looked at Sylvia. "Want me

her head with a tired but genuine smile. "The product launch is coming up. I don't want to slow things