Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 573

"Faking an injury, huh? So what exactly do you expect me to pay for?"

Rupert stared Sylvia down, his face cold as ever, but there was a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Sylvia ignored his glare and answered coolly, "How much was your cane? Just send me the bill. I'll cover it. I've got somewhere to be, so I'll head out."

With that, she pushed his arm aside and made to leave.

Rupert didn't stop her, just let out a low grunt.

He gripped a nearby column, his knuckles white. His tall frame hunched over, as if he was in serious pain.

Sylvia shot him a quick glance, her hands twitching as if she wanted to help-but she stopped herself.

She forced herself to turn away, her expression icy.

But she'd barely taken a step when Rupert grabbed her wrist.

He loomed behind her, his breath hot against her ear, each inhale growing tighter.

"Don't go."

froze, swallowing hard, and tried to pry

she felt a clammy sweat,

gripped his hand, turned back and asked, “What's


stared at

her face, the darkness in his eyes fading, replaced by

the back of her neck, pulling her closer, his

pull a fast one on you?" His voice was low and rumbled right into her ear, each word slow and clear. Snapping back to herself,

her imagination, but

she figured she didn't have the right to

back,

fine. I'll have someone from

help me?" Rupert

the server who'd been with her earlier was nowhere

must've sent

glared at him,

about to call for someone else, footsteps echoed


can't let anyone see me like this.

l.ne

status, every little thing he did could affect business deals. The last

glanced at the wine cellar, her mind racing with

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