Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 160

As mentioning searching the rooms, Bailey swept an intentional glance at Bridget.

"Ms. Simpson, no objections, I presume?"

At those words, a flicker of unease crossed Bridget's features.

"Bailey, now that the misunderstanding's been cleared up, I think it's unnecessary to continue. It's just a waste of your time and Rupert's."

Bailey covered a chuckle with her hand, "Ms. Simpson, your consideration is touching. How could it be a waste of time? What are you waiting for? Go check Ms. Simpson's room." "Got it."

The butler, about to leave with his team, was quickly blocked by Bridget.

"Bailey, it's my and Rupert's bedroom, after all. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" she reminded him.

"Ms. Simpson, that's a bit hypocritical of you. Ms. Lloyd, a single lady, had all these men burst into her room while she was sleeping, and she didn't complain. What are you afraid of? Unless you're hiding something?" Bailey insinuated. "No! Absolutely not!"

Bridget shook her head vehemently, her complexion turning a shade paler.

She hadn't hidden anything, but her room was too immaculate, showing no signs of shared occupancy. What would people think if they knew Rupert hadn't spent the night with her?

But Bailey didn't give her a chance to protest, signaling the butler with a glance. The latter brushed past Bridget to the next room, with the others following. Sylvia didn't want to join, choosing to stay seated.

Yesterday, upon entering their room, Bridget and Rupert were all over each other, the walls echoing with their fervor. One could only imagine the aftermath. Yet, Christine dragged her out, "Why are you just sitting there? Let's go."

Reluctantly, Sylvia followed, whispering to Christine, "You might not want to see this. It's bad luck."

"Ah," Christine indeed gasped softly.

She should have listened.

Christine spoke in a hushed tone, "Isn't this room too tidy? I thought Mr. Garcia and Bridget would have..." Hmm?

Sylvia looked up, puzzled, to find the room spotlessly clean.

Bridget's coat was neatly hung in the closet, and the bed showed minimal signs of use, except for one half that

bore slight traces. The rest was pristine.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the bathroom, noticing the towels meant for two - one used, the other folded perfectly.

Caught in her observation, Sylvia suddenly felt Rupert's eyes on her. As she looked up, her gaze met Rupert's.

His half-closed eyes, deep and intense, shifted between her and the neatly folded towel.

Sylvia's discomfort immediately grew, aware Rupert might have noticed her speculation.

Then, Bridget's phone dropped to the floor from the bed as the covers were lifted, breaking the tension with a series of moans and collisions. Wasn't this...

Shocked, Sylvia looked over, seeing Bridget scrambling to turn off her phone without any grace.

Bailey let out a chuckle, "No wonder

you didn't want us here. It's just a bit of loneliness at night. My apologies for keeping Rupert up all night discussing work. But Ms. Simpson, don't be embarrassed. We're all adults here, no harm in what you enjoy."

With those words, Bridget was swallowed by the surrounding stares, her face turning a deep shade of green, biting her lip in silence.

Bailey casually waved it off, "Alright, let's check the other rooms."

Christine and Freya's rooms received a cursory glance. Clearly, Bailey had it out for Bridget.

After the search, she casually mentioned, "Breakfast is being prepared. I'll see you all in the dining room in half an hour. Rupert, there are some work matters I'd like to discuss further." en FindNovel

With a nod, Rupert left with Bailey first.

As the crowd dispersed, Sylvia turned to head back to her room, only to be stopped by Bridget.

"Did you set me up? How else would Bailey know?"

"Know what?" Sylvia glanced at the tightly clutched phone in Bridget's hand, "That you couldn't contain you desire?"