Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 401

"Ms. Ward, he never touches the pickles. Hand them over."

But before she could reach for the plate, Rupert Garcia snagged it first.

"Who says I don't like pickles?"

"..."

Sylvia Lloyd stared at Rupert in surprise as he dipped his fork in the tangy brine.

He was acting a little strange today.

But she shrugged it off, poking at a couple of pierogis on her plate just to be polite.

As soon as Ms. Ward finished her meal, Sylvia got up to help clear the table, hoping to nudge her toward the door. But after a brief lull, Ms. Ward's favorite pastime kicked back in-gossip.

"So, it's really over?" she asked, wiping down the table with a paper towel. "Yeah." Sylvia glanced unconsciously at Rupert and nodded.

Not that there was ever really anything to end, anyway.

Ms. Ward's eyes lit up with excitement. "Well, I'll set you up with someone!"

"What?"

Sylvia almost dropped her mug.

your aunt, I promise I'll thoroughly vet anyone I introduce to your niece. No way I'd let her end up with a

eyes narrowed as he looked at Sylvia, his tone chilly, "What do you

shook

was easy to handle—just a little

nodded, "Fair enough, you're still young. But just don't go crawling back to

forcing a smile. "Not going back... Oh! I almost forgot-I got you a little

and handed it

bit embarrassed, "Thank you, hun. I'll get going,

gathered the plates and headed toward the

around as if something just popped into her

wants to commission a

fished a business card from her pocket

"Thanks."

Ms. Ward had given her a slip of paper with a handwritten phone number

numbers, a weird feeling of déjà vu washed over

could figure it out, a sudden

back,

tighter against the

have dinner with Warren

is none of your business,

the end,

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