Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 448

Rupert sat awake all night.

By morning, Reese slowly opened her eyes, finding him still by her side. Relief and a gentle ache welled up in her chest.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Mr. Rupert, I'm sorry I made you stay with me all night."

Rupert blinked as if coming back to himself, then stood up. "I'll go get the doctor."

As he turned, Reese reached out and caught his hand.

"Mr. Rupert, I like you. Could we... maybe be together? Of course, it's okay if you say no."

Rupert's eyes dropped to hers. He gently but firmly pulled his hand free. "Let's have the doctor check on you first."

Reese watched him leave, biting her pale lip, tears stinging her eyes.

The doctor arrived soon after, gave Reese a quick check, and assured her she was out of danger. They moved her to a regular room.

Rupert helped her into bed, his voice steady and deep. "Your brother's on his way."

Reese clutched his arm, a little desperate. "Mr. Rupert, are you leaving?"

"I got word from home. I need to go back for a while."

His eyes were dark and unreadable, cold as a frosted window in winter. Nothing showed, not a crack.

Reese froze, but a moment later she managed a smile and even let out a quiet laugh.

explaining yourself

to get along with. I always

on

nodded, said nothing more, and headed for the

back, still smiling, even though he didn't look

into the hall, he ran

clearly overheard his sister's one-sided

presence icy and intimidating enough to make

after Rupert walked past that Lester

hope you'll

He

The Garcia Manor.

and the staff were busy swapping out decorations- holly, wreaths,

waiting maid and headed straight for the

was lounging by the window, a fire crackling in the hearth, a mug of

you are," Tristan said, gesturing to the table. "Try some of this—sent straight from

replied, loosening a button on his suit jacket

could settle in, Tristan spoke again, tone casual but eyes sharp.

he

more like a business meeting than a chat between

an eye on you? I was worried you'd get carried away. Reese is a good girl, you know. She's in this mess because

she a 'good girl'?" Rupert asked, voice calm

instant, decisive. "In every way. She's a damn sight better than some of those

more coffee. "Since you already know