Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 446

When Rupert and Lester returned to the private room, their faces betrayed

nothing-cool, collected, as if nothing had happened. Only they knew what had just been discussed.

"Let's go," Lester said, walking over to Sylvia and taking her purse with

gentlemanly ease.

"Mm-hmm," Sylvia replied, following him out of the hotel.

There were a few more pleasantries exchanged at the entrance before Lester's assistant pulled up in a sleek, black sedan.

As they got in, Lester looked back at Reese with a mock-stern tone. "Don't get too wild tonight."

Reese grinned, her voice teasing. "I know, I know! Just make sure you get Sylvia home safe. Mr. Rupert will make sure I don't get into any trouble."

It was obvious Lester never treated Reese like she was fragile or different, which probably explained why she could be so cheerful and at ease with herself.

Sylvia felt a pang of guilt-she couldn't help but admire Reese's confidence. Not wanting to dwell on it, she ducked into the car, head down.

As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of Rupert standing by the curb, his eyes locked on her-cold, intense, as if silently reminding her not to forget what he'd asked of her earlier.

Sylvia pressed her lips together and stared straight ahead. Even as the car pulled away from the hotel, she could still feel his gaze burning into her back.

Her phone buzzed.

Rupert, of course.

Wait for me.

shoved the phone back into her purse and

your mind?" Lester

it's really cold tonight," Sylvia lied, reaching

shrugged off his coat and draped it across her knees. "You

was there something more behind it? Did he see her as just another pawn in some family scheme, another conquest, or something else

a small, knowing smile. "Honestly, the only thing I'm missing these days is a

then

fake laugh of

he was teasing her,

around,” she said,

you call me 'bro'-it sounds more natural," he replied, his eyes sparkling

feel the lingering warmth and the faint scent of his cologne He was nothing

herself for clinging

shake off the memories, the car pulled up to a

against the window-a gentle snowfall

the guy scooped the girtinto his arms, spinning her

for a moment, she was back in another time-Rupert carrying her out of a burning house, falling to his knees, everything

he kill for her? Why had he let Warren

she stared into the snowy night, she realized she