Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 458

Chapter 458

The man across from her looked up sharply when he heard the words "Uncle Rupert." His icy gaze landed right on her.

Sylvia instinctively dropped her eyes, trying to escape that stare, but her gaze fell right to his and Reese's slippers.

Matching slippers.

With little cartoon ducks.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Rupert, it was that he was practically allergic to warmth. The guy was colder than a New England winter.

He never changed for anyone.

Bridget had been around for over three years, and not once did he alter a single habit for her.

Even in Sylvia's last life-eight years together-he'd only ever worn the guest slippers, never the cute ones. Never anything picked out just for him.

But now? He'd changed. Willingly.

If Bridget ever found out, she'd realize just how pointless all her old jealousy really

was.

in Rupert's heart had been the one

silence: "Oh shoot! My chicken! Sylvia, can you

Sylvia replied, eager for an excuse to get away from the awkward tension in the living

and nearly lost

with one hand, cool as ever. "You don't need to do

just keep sitting around waiting for you to cook for me. Anyway, I've got oil all over me-don't let me get you messy. You two gentlemen can

shirt, trying to wipe off a tiny grease

mind blank. It was obvious Reese had tried Rupert's

grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the

had always thought Reese's cooking would be a mess-she'd grown up a pampered heiress,

the skillets

fork (not chopsticks, of course) with

took a bite. She froze-this tasted exactly how Rupert

it.

secret crush, she'd learned all his favorite dishes, just to cook

really love

as good as the Garcias' cook. I

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