Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

This trending topic was almost too embarrassing to talk about.

Chris stared at the laptop screen, holding back a laugh as he glanced at Rupert. "Man, I can't believe Bridget's gotten herself into this mess, and she still has die- hard fans defending her."

"Her fans are saying you and Bridget were together for three years and you still couldn't make her happy. Apparently, it's your fault, and you should let her go live her best life."

He coughed, grinning. "Dude, you better get Orson to take down all this nonsense. It's not good for your reputation."

Rupert barely glanced at the screen before lifting his gaze and catching Sylvia trying to hide a smirk.

He said coolly, “I don't need the whole world to know if I'm any good. Only one person needs to know."

The office went dead quiet.

Sylvia was scrolling through the comments section, but when she heard that, she felt both Chris and Orson's eyes lock onto her.

Suddenly, her cheeks were on fire.

She wanted to deny it, but... well, she really did know.

In bed, Rupert was nothing like the cold, distant guy he was at work. He was bossy, relentless-honestly, he was a handful.

Sylvia didn't want to remember the details, but flashes of those nights kept popping into her mind, clear as day. Even the first time they'd accidentally ended up together-yeah, she remembered every second.

At that moment, Rupert leaned his chin on his hand, watching her with those deep blue eyes that made her blush spread even further.

Sylvia put down her phone and turned away. "I'm going to the pharmacy to grab your meds."

As soon as she left, Chris shook himself out of his daze and looked at Rupert, half-amused.

Man, you're more of a softie than I thought. But you can't just let people say whatever they want about

it's great. Now I won't have anyone

gave him

"Legend."

about Sylvia?" Chris

shot him a look. "Not your

...

Rupert had just finished

quickly and swayed on his

Rupert, are you okay? Maybe you should stay at the

too crazy today. Hospital's the last place I want to

The instructions are on the box.

frowned and didn't take the meds. He shot a look

the hint instantly, clutching his stomach and holding out the car keys to Sylvia. "Ms. Lloyd, could you drive Mr. Rupert home? My stomach's

a

refused the keys. She'd seen Bridget's Oscar-worthy

word he just grabbed the keys from Orson

the act. "Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Rupert's got a concussion. He really shouldn't be

back, then finally sighed and followed

exhaled. "Those two... Without me, they'd never

it."

tapped on the driver's side window, but it was

his tone cool as ever. "Take me

favorite penthouse by the

glared at