Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 439

"You don't know either? Back in college, loads of people had crushes on him, but he never even glanced at anyone. Then after his car accident, it was like he had some kind of epiphany. Out of nowhere, he just said he liked someone. I was still stuck in the hospital bed when I heard, and honestly, it broke my heart for ages."

That person was you.

Sylvia typed out the words, stared at them for a moment, then deleted them.

This wasn't her confession to make. That was Rupert's story to tell, not hers. She replied honestly instead: "You know how my mom and Edwin are. Uncle Rupert came back to the States right after college. I didn't join the Garcias until later, so I really don't know."

"Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot."

"No worries. I've got to run now."

"Okay."

Sylvia put down her phone and stared blankly at her laptop screen, unable to sketch out even a rough draft of her design.

Just then, Eloise stopped by her desk and tapped her on the shoulder. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just a little tired. Did you need something, Ms. Eloise?" Sylvia straightened up and tried to sound energetic.

"There's a client flying out tomorrow morning. I need you to meet him at the hotel restaurant and go over the custom jewelry designs face-to-face. I'll send you the reservation details."

"Sounds good."

Eloise had already messaged her the info before Sylvia finished speaking. On her way home, Sylvia pulled out her phone to double-check the restaurant address, but a new tweet from Reese popped up instead.

It was a photo of Reese and Rupert having dinner-looked like they were at Rupert's place in Soho Bay. Sylvia recognized the plates. Home-cooked food, a vase of fresh flowers in the middle of the table. Cozy, intimate, a real date-night vibe.

Guess that place was about to get a lady of the house.

casting a shadow over his sharp features. He'd rolled his shirt

probably only ever let his guard down like that in front

more certain than ever: the person Rupert cared about was Reese. She must have just gotten it wrong before. Now

against the car window, watching the city lights blur by, her

It didn't exactly hurt.

scraping out the parts of her heart that didn't belong, slowly, with a dull blade. Not sharp, but

...

a freezing, rainy winter day by the time Sylvia hurried into the restaurant,

her phone and glanced

there with his back to her, sipping coffee. Had

her damp hair and walked over

keep

sat down when she met

for a

almond-shaped eyesheet

He was striking-those sharp,

face that

for a few seconds, then looked away,

checked his watch.

there and traffic was a

don't have time to waste

wrong, but still. Sylvia couldn't believe it—she was

late!

clients are always

a polite smile.

"Fake smile?"

Sylvia bit