Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 470

After Rupert left, Sylvia leaned weakly against a column, her soul lost, her face as pale as the snow swirling outside.

She steadied herself and walked forward, the bright red ribbons overhead fluttering in the wind. They danced with life-unlike her, who felt utterly lifeless.

Back in the guest room, Sylvia collapsed on the bed, her whole body aching. The crisp, clean sheets brought her no comfort. Eventually, her eyes drifted closed in a haze of exhaustion.

Rupert sat on the living room couch, his fingers pressed to his forehead, long lashes half-shuttered, hiding any hint of emotion.

"Mr. Rupert, you're back!" Reese's voice was bright as she hurried over. She noticed his coat tossed over the sofa and quickly picked it up, smoothing out the sleeves.

"I've organized the closet. Want me to hang this up for you?"

"Yeah," Rupert replied distractedly.

Suddenly, he froze mid-thought, then shot up and headed upstairs.

Reese blinked in confusion and hustled after him, breathless. "Mr. Rupert, wait! I can't keep up!"

They reached the walk-in closet, where Rupert was already searching through the shelves.

"What's wrong?" Reese asked.

“Where's the red scarf?" Rupert's voice was sharper than he realized.

Reese flinched, then explained, "It was getting old, so I asked the maids to box it up for storage. Wait, I think they might have taken the boxes out to the trash-I'll go-"

She didn't finish. Rupert was already gone, disappearing down the stairs.

two housekeepers by the garbage cans outside,

I don't want to touch anything she's had her hands on. Smells cheap," one

your voice down," the other

said as much about her. You

Rupert plunged his hand into the fire, pulling

his face blank but his eyes

" The maid's face went white, but he cut her

"Get out."

the damaged scarf, Rupert turned and walked

...

Later, Reese spotted Rupert's

Fnet

and

"Mr. Rupert,

scarf! If you like, I

buy

you a dozen more."

pulled his hand away, voice icy. "I

aching. She bit her

"Mm."

in his eyes that was worse than anger -something that sent a shiver down

the one his mother had knitted for him.

feeling

perked up.

She