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.

by the garbage cans outside, setting a

anything she's had her hands

voice down," the other

as much about her. You think

his hand into the fire, pulling the scarf out-burning his skin, but saving most of the

women, his face blank but his eyes cold and dangerous. "You're

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

"Get out."

scarf, Rupert turned

...

Later, Reese spotted Rupert's

Fnet

hand and

"Mr. Rupert,

scarf! If you like,

buy

you a dozen more."

his hand away, voice icy. "I don't like people

She bit her

"Mm."

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

now-scorched scarf back in the closet, right next to the one his mother had knitted for him. As he closed the closet doors, a tube of

you feeling

perked up. He

She picked