Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 447

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"When did you get so nosy? Let her go—maybe she'll finally stop brooding all the time." Lester said offhandedly.

"You're so understanding, boss. I was thinking of taking tomorrow off," Zion grinned.

"Your vacation days are all canceled for the month."

Zion's grin froze.

Hotel.

Sylvia made her way back to the hotel and settled into the lounge, ordering a hot cup of coffee.

She decided to trust Rupert one last time.

They really did need to sit down and have a proper talk.

But as she watched the snow fall in thick, swirling flakes beyond the enormous lobby windows, her nerves twisted into knots.

An hour passed. Her coffee was cold.

Lester had told her he and his sister were temporarily staying at a Sanford family- owned house, about a thirty-minute drive from here. So, factoring in the round trip, that should be an hour.

It was now an hour and fifteen minutes.

Sylvia cupped the cold mug, telling herself maybe the snowstorm was slowing them down.

Then it was two hours. Then three. Then four.

hours had gone by, Sylvia was still sitting there, hands clasped around that same mug, her body so stiff it

The snow piled up under the streetlights looked

room tonight? Our business lounge is closing soon," the

blinked, glancing at the sign

Open: 7am - 11pm.

So late already.

her body was so stiff the coffee

handed her a towel.

brown stain on her coat, shook

it was never really hers

the hotel, letting a handful of crisp, icy

phone to call a cab,

in a

you for being

a silhouette, but

Rupert.

how

let her hands fall to her sides and tipped her

eyes, and when the sting faded, a tear slipped

was as if fate was making it clear: no matter the past or the present, she and Rupert were never meant

Hospital Room.

a fresh set

clothes. I just spoke to the doctor-Ms. Sanford is

"Okay."

just stared out the window at the swirling

then lowered his voice. "Sir, do you want me to reach out to

the mention of Ms. Lloyd, something flickered in Rupert's