Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 457

When Lester heard her still call him "Mr. Sanford," he understood-she wanted to keep her distance. Yet he couldn't help but be curious about her.

He leaned in just a bit, noticing the subtle scent of earl grey clinging to her. It was faint, but somehow comforting.

Sylvia, realizing he hadn't answered for a while, finally turned her head-only to find they were much closer than she'd thought.

She quickly pulled back, reminding him, "Mr. Sanford?"

Snapping out of it, Lester glanced over her profile, his gaze a little too intense before he forced himself to relax. "Sure," he said quietly.

Sylvia gave a soft "Okay," and purposefully put more space between them.

Just as they neared the restaurant, Lester's phone buzzed. Reese's name flashed on the screen.

"What's up? You always forget something," Lester said, pausing and glancing at Sylvia. "I'm a bit busy right now."

Maybe it was just too quiet in the car, but Sylvia could hear Reese's voice on the other end, crystal clear.

"Hey, bro, you're not out with Sylvia, are you?"

"I am," Lester admitted without hesitation.

cheeks flushed, and she twisted her fingers together, trying

nerves.

Eight years of bad luck, years treading carefully in the Garcia family, and Tristan constantly holding her back. She'd convinced herself that nobody would ever want to stand by

turned and gave

speaker: "I

want to interrupt your cozy evening with Mr. Rupert," Lester

Plus, you still have my stuff in your trunk-my treasures! If

sighed. "Fine... but

be waiting!" Reese chirped, cutting him off and hanging up before

his head at his phone, grinning despite himself. Then

with Rupert. She left a suitcase

Sylvia

us both

parting

stuck in her throat re moment, she just

his

time Sylvia realized what was happening, they were already parked outside. If she tried to

was up so

put on

poker face