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.

and reassured him, "Mr. Rupert, as your aunt, I promise I'll thoroughly vet anyone I introduce to your niece. No

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

Sylvia's spine. She shook her head

was easy to handle—just a little small talk and she'd drop

just don't go crawling back to

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

a small gift box and handed

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

and headed toward the

around as if something just popped into

He wants to commission a

card from her pocket and handed it

"Thanks."

examined the card. Turned out, Ms. Ward had given her a

she stared at the numbers, a weird feeling of déjà vu

could figure it out,

her back,

Rupert pushed her tighter

did you have dinner

is none of your business, Uncle Rupert! Can

rose at the end, echoing through the quiet

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