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.

the warm scent of

nowhere, someone rushed over and threw their arms around

It was Reese.

so late! Didn't you say your office was close by? I made you some chicken noodle soup—come on,

himself, keeping his distance. He

smell of smoke on him and frowned a

"No."

was all cold, making it clear he didn't want to

sat down quietly, her eyes glued to him with longing. He

she felt like she


reach him.

of soup and said

up."

Reese, it sounded sweet-but when she looked up, she realized

as if she wasn't

back to

man,

younan

tell me he's

in you at all!"

she really that

stood up, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and held

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


don't say things like that.

comfort but coming from him, they sounded as flat as if

strangers

For a child-notthon

supposed to

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