Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 450

The warmth of the tea slid down Sylvia's throat, easing the scratchiness and calming her nerves.

Gradually, she started to relax. The person beside her gently grazed her lips with his thumb, as if he was handling something precious.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek.

Sylvia instinctively held her breath. Even though her vision was blurry, she could tell he was inches away-close enough that the slightest movement would close the gap between their lips.

Just then, the meds fully kicked in, and Sylvia's limbs went limp. She slumped onto the couch.

Almost immediately, a strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. The steady beat of his heart thudded in her ear-a strange comfort.

Half-conscious, she felt a soft kiss land on her forehead.

"Get some rest."

His deep, gentle voice seemed almost magical, lulling Sylvia into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she was staring at a white ceiling. She touched her forehead-no more fever, thankfully. But she still felt as weak as a kitten.

She reached for the glass of water on the coffee table, but her arm just wouldn't cooperate.

A hand appeared, putting the glass gently into her grasp.

"You're awake?"

That voice...

up and froze. "Mr. Sanford?

think. I was passing by your studio to ask about a design, but your coworker said you were sick. I got

safety's sake, they each kept a spare key to the other's

embarrassingly awkward.

find someone else, but it was just Lester. The realization made

her glance. "Feeling any

"Much

something to eat. You'll feel stronger." Lester

see a steaming bowl of chicken

shaky she was, and the room spun.

said. "Let

"Okay."

to the table

spoon.

homemade-definitely not takeout.

have been

while. So, it really

who'd cared for her.

tightly, a mix

her almost

hungry?" Lester asked,

had to go

a couple bites of muffin, but couldn't force herself

down, Lester handed her a glass of water and

these with food, or your