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.

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

darkness. The

be needing a room tonight? Our business lounge is closing soon," the front

the sign above

Open: 7am - 11pm.

So late already.

to her feet, but her body was so stiff the coffee sloshed out, staining

her a towel. "Here you go,

looked at the brown stain on her coat, shook her head.

really hers to begin

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

pulled out her phone to call a cab, a Twitter

a bathrobe

for

just a silhouette, but Sylvia recognized

Rupert.

how

tipped

eyes, and when the sting faded, a tear slipped down

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

Hospital Room.

hurried in, carrying a fresh set of

your change of clothes. I just

"Okay."

the clothes, just stared out the window at the swirling snow, his eyes

glanced outside, then lowered his voice. "Sir, do you want me to reach out to Ms. Lloyd and

of Ms. Lloyd, something flickered