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.

reply. She shoved the phone back into her purse

mind?" Lester

tonight," Sylvia lied, reaching

over, then shrugged off his coat and draped it across her knees. "You look great in that dress, but next time, don't

Sylvia awkward and unsure. Was he just being nice, or was there something more behind it? Did he see her as just another pawn in

smile.

then let out a

that fake laugh of

was teasing her, trying to

joke around,”

'bro'-it sounds

Beneath Lester's coat, she could feel the lingering warmth and the faint scent of his cologne He was nothing like Rupert-Lester's

smiled to herself, quietly scolding herself for clinging to

the car pulled up to a red

the window-a gentle snowfall

laughed as the guy scooped the girtinto his arms, spinning her around as the snow fell harder, their outlines

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

tried to bury bubbled up again. Why would he kill for her? Why had he

emotions in check, but as she stared into