Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 464

Sylvia had never seen anything like this before. Her first instinct was to step back, but she was already pressed up against the brick wall at the edge of the sidewalk.

No way out.

She watched in horror as the motorcycle swerved straight at her. With nowhere else to go, she threw up her arms to shield her head.

A split second later, she heard the crashing, scraping sound of the bike hitting the ground and tumbling away.

Heart pounding, she lowered her arms-and saw that the motorcycle, along with its rider, had crashed straight into the flowerbed.

And the car that had knocked him in there? That was Rupert's.

Rupert stepped out of his luxury car, long legs unfolding, his black wool coat cutting a sharp silhouette as he moved.

He strode over in a few quick steps, grabbed the biker by his jacket collar, and hauled him up.

The biker gave a pitiful whimper and started begging, “Mr. Rupert, I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean it! My brakes gave out, that's the only reason I lost control and nearly hit this lady. I'm just a regular guy, please, just let me go."

Rupert's eyes flicked to the cross hanging around the man's neck. Regular guy, huh?

His gaze was cold as steel, lips curled in a faint, mocking smile. "Watch yourself. Next time, you might not be so lucky."

Terror flickered across the man's face. He nodded so hard his head nearly fell off. "Yes, sir. Yes."

Rupert noticed Sylvia watching him and let go of the man's jacket. "Get lost."

picked up his battered motorcycle, and took off

Orson, who was standing by the car. Orson gave a small nod, then vanished into the

turned to Sylvia and reached

and instinctively pulled away. "You're hurt?" Rupert's voice was low, edged

arm back. "No, I'm fine." Her tone was distant, guarded. "Thanks, Uncle Rupert,

turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Rupert moved. In a swift motion, he grabbed

car.

he scooped her up, all Sylvia could think about was the image of Rupert and Reese together in bed, Reese wearing Rupert's shirt. She had no right to care about the

of her forgotten past hurt enough already. Now she had to ignore Rupert's possessive attitude, remind herself that what happened between them was over. People had to move forward, didn't they? On top of that, she had to

couldn't detach, not the way Rupert seemed to, like none of this mattered. And

shrieked, panic and humiliation

set her down though he blocked her path in front of the car door. His voice

wasn't a suggestion. It was an

ways to humiliate

mom's swamped, so Reese and decided you'd help out. Reese really likes you, and you can keep her company.

did you say?" Sylvia's voice

stared at Rupert, stunned. He wanted her to help prepare the engagement

simply reached

hands shook. No matter how she tried to steady her breathing,

her, his

She looked up.

cold in an instant.

Another threat.

gave a bitter, empty