Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 514

Sylvia couldn't quite figure out what he meant by that.

But before she could ask, Rupert hurriedly picked up his phone.

On the other end, Reese's gentle voice drifted through.

"When are you coming home? I'm waiting for you."

"I'll be right there."

Rupert didn't even realize it, but as soon as he answered, his tone softened and he instinctively let go of Sylvia's hand.

Sylvia rubbed her wrist, eyes lowered, and quietly slipped out of the car while he was distracted.

By the time Rupert hung up, Sylvia was long gone.

He glanced at Orson. "When did she leave?"

Orson gave a helpless shrug. "While you were on the phone."

"Did she say anything?"

"N-no, Ms. Lloyd didn't say a word." Orson's voice trailed off.

Rupert leaned back in his seat, letting the darkness swallow him. He lit a cigarette

in silence, the smoke curling around him like a ghost in the mist.


"Let's go. And tomorrow-order me a bouquet of flowers."

His voice was rough, tight.

Back at Soho Bay.

soon as he stepped inside, the warm

over and

It was Reese.

I made you some chicken noodle soup—come on,

He gave a noncommittal "Yeah," and brushed past

smoke on him and frowned

"No."

it clear he didn't want to

her eyes glued to him with longing.

felt like


really reach him.

of soup and said quietly, "You should go to bed.

up."

Reese, it sounded sweet-but when she looked

glanced her way, as if she wasn't even

back to

man, Reese.

younan

tell me he's

in you at all!" Content

she really that

toward the kitchen, Reese stood up, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and held

I can wear the prosthesis-Rupert, please..." Her voice broke


that. None of this is

to comfort but coming from him, they sounded

strangers

For a child-notthon

supposed

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