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.

there, hands clasped around that same mug,

blurred in darkness. The snow piled up under the streetlights looked almost

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

the

Open: 7am - 11pm.

So late already.

her feet, but her body was

a towel. "Here you

the brown stain on

never really

stepped out of the hotel, letting a handful of crisp, icy

phone to call a cab, a

a bedroom, a man in a bathrobe stood by the window,

you for

silhouette,

Rupert.

that's how

sides and tipped her head back, letting the snowflakes fall onto

and when the sting faded, a tear slipped down her

fate was making it clear: no matter the past or the present, she and Rupert were

Hospital Room.

fresh set

here's your change of clothes. I just spoke

"Okay."

the window at the swirling snow,

you want me to reach out to

Lloyd, something flickered in Rupert's