Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 28

Early in the morning, there were few people around the university gate.

Sylvia, weary to her bones, was practically dragged into the car by Rupert; despite her struggling, there was always a strong force pulled her back.

Looking up, she realized he was almost teasing her, as if her attempts to get away were just a way to draw him in.

Exhausted, she finally let her arms fall limply by her side. Rupert pulled her closer, lifting her chin and touching the red mark on her forehead. "Looks like someone never learns. Why did you leave the hospital?"

His tone was casual, as if he hadn't been the one insisting on her settlement just days ago.

Sylvia looked at him, feeling as though she could never truly understand him, not from her past life, not the current.

When she remained silent, Rupert tightened his grip on her chin. She felt like a doll in Rupert's hands, to be moved and manipulated at his whim.

Feeling humiliated, Sylvia clenched her teeth and forcefully slapped his hand away.

The sound echoed loudly in the confined space of the car, plunging it into silence.

Rupert's hand bore the mark of her fingers, stark against his pale skin.

Sylvia panicked for no reason, and then quickly turned her face away.

"Rupert, thanks for your concern. I know you're busy, so I won't bother you any longer."

With that, she reached for the door, only to hear it lock with a click.

Orson, standing outside, seemed to catch the sound and tactfully turned away.

The enclosed space suddenly made Sylvia recall the weight of Julian pressing down on her.

Rupert sat back, lighting a cigarette with an ease that soon filled the car with smoke, obscuring his expression.

Sylvia heard his mocking laughter, "Drugged me and got intimate with me, then played the innocent? Really?"

"It wasn't me!" Sylvia protested, though her voice carried a note of resignation.

"Evidence."

She had none.

She didn't understand what had happened or why she had ended up in Rupert's room. And yet...in the end, she had been willing.

Her affection and reluctance had turned into weapons against her.

Rupert exhaled a cloud of smoke, his gaze darkening as he looked at her, and he said impatiently, "Come back with me."

Sylvia enunciated, holding her stance firm, "I'd rather not. Don't forget you have a fiancée who loves you. Would you really want to hurt her?"

She was taking a risk, trying to provoke Rupert in the hope he would let her go.

Through the smoky air, the cold light in his eyes made her shiver uncontrollably. Just when she thought he would explode in anger, he unexpectedly chuckled.

His handsome face remained calm as he gently pulled her closer, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingled.

Eyelashes quivering, Sylvia's beautiful face turned even paler, her vulnerability striking.

Rupert's gaze dropped to her covered neck, his desire unmasked. He leaned in close, his voice rough, "When you were in my bed, did you forget about my fiancée then? Sylvia, are you sure you don't want this?" Sylvia swallowed hard; within few seconds, a dominating warmth landed on her neck.

Rupert's breath became heavier, his eyes brewing storm, his kiss aggressive; he fiercely left marks on Sylvia's chest, places where Julian had violated.

"Let go...let go!"

Her voice was breaking but she never stopped fighting to be disentangled.

Nevertheless, how could a man possibly let go once he harbored the desire? Regardless of Sylvia's resisting, he was determined to let her know the consequences of angering him. Until the phone rang suddenly.

Touching Sylvia's skin, Rupert answered the call casually.

In an instant, Bridget's panicked voice filled the car, "Rupert, help me! Someone's trying to kill me! Ah!"

A man's lust couldn't be quashed, yet Rupert could, for Bridget.

Not only did he stop, but he ordered Orson to get in and drive, disregarding Sylvia's disheveled state.

Clutching her clothes, Sylvia huddled in the corner, her lip bitten by herself to blood.