Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 94

When Sylvia heard Rupert's voice, she instinctively turned around.

The man standing before her now was clad in a black button-down, the autumn breeze pressing the fabric against his chest, outlining his perfect figure.

Sylvia's pupils shrank for a brief moment before she quickly pretended to be blind.

"Who's there?"

She feigned ignorance, even managing to appear a bit flustered in her act. As she attempted to make a getaway, her wrist was caught, and Rupert forcefully pulled her into a secluded alley. "Let go of me..."

In the chilly breeze, Rupert leaned in for a kiss on Sylvia's slightly parted lips, then casually stared into her widened eyes. Sylvia's hands were restrained by him, leaving her unable to struggle, feeling her lips crushed under his as if being punished, gradually losing her strength.

Rupert released her hands, supporting her waist with one hand and cradling her head with the other.

After a moment, their lips barely touching, he huskily asked, "Who am I?"

Sylvia pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between them.

"I don't know you, please let me go! Or else I'll scream for help!"

"Oh? Let's see how loud you can scream."

Rupert's voice was deep and emotionless.

"Sure, help..."

Before she could finish, Rupert seized her chin, leaning in to capture her lips once again.

"Mmm! Let...go...Uncle!"

"So, you do know me now? Weren't you claiming not to know me?"

While speaking, Rupert playfully pinched her chin. Sylvia had no choice but to look directly into his eyes, deep and commanding.

Their gazes locked.

Rupert squinted, seeing his

reflection in her amber eyes. The clarity within them made him seem quite wicked. She didn't realize that such adook should never be directed at a man stubborn yet easily bullied.

His thumb grazed her reddened lips, the brief moments before not nearly enough.

Rupert leaned in again, Sylvia turned her head, avoiding him.

"Did you realize I was okay all along? Then why did you save me just now?"

"It was convenient." Rupert spoke indifferently, not wanting to waste time explaining such matters.

Sylvia pursed her lips, her voice faint. "Thank you, but there's no need for such efforts in the future."

Rupert's eyes deepened, and he chuckled lowly. "Such gratitude lacks sincerity."

Saying so, he moved to kiss her again, ignoring her struggles.

Suddenly, a splash was heard from not too far away.

"Help! Somebody help..."

It was Bridget who had fallen into the water.

Sylvia didn't even wait to hear the rest before suddenly pushed aside. Unable to steady herself in time, she crashed into the bushes. The branches scratched her skin like sharp knives, leaving several cuts. Looking up, she saw Rupert diving into the pond to rescue Bridget.

Rupert carried Bridget out of the pond and swiftly headed toward the first aid station. Freya reached out, seemingly wanting to explain something, but Rupert kicked her away.

As he turned, Bridget, resting on Rupert's shoulder, looked directly at Sylvia. Though they were not close, Sylvia was sure Bridget's gaze was fixed on her.

Watching this unfold, Sylvia let out a cold laugh. It seemed as though she had punished Freya, but in the end, Bridget was the real winner. Indeed, quite amusing.

Coming back to her senses, Sylvia noticed blood droplets falling from her arm onto the leaves - a rather grim sight.

Carefully, she got up, preparing to leave, only to realize she had twisted her ankle. Bearing the pain, she limped back to the hospital room.

Just as she sat down on the bed,

Rupert's doctor friend came in. Seeing her swollen ankle and bleeding arm, he immediately called for a nurse to bring ice packs and antiseptic.