Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 682

"Sienna, I'm not stupid. You broke into my apartment and pointed a gun at me. If you aren't here to kill me, are you really just here for dessert?"

As she spoke, Sylvia pushed open the window next to the cabinet.

Sienna asked sharply, "What are you doing?"

"There's a smell of blood. I'd rather not breathe it in," Sylvia replied tightly.

As someone who knew exactly what happened that night, Sienna definitely understood the underlying reason.

Sienna pressed her lips together and stayed quiet.

Sylvia brought the first aid kit over, slowly crouching down to peel away the bandages on Sienna's knees.

Looking at the deep, crisscrossing gashes on her luminous skin, it was impossible to tell what had caused such injuries.

Sylvia didn't ask. She knew Sienna wouldn't answer anyway.

She thought it would just be a matter of stopping the bleeding and applying some ointment, but as Sylvia dabbed at the wounds with a cotton swab, she pulled out tiny shards of debris.

Sienna's legs trembled from the pain, but she maintained a stoic expression, enduring it silently.

Sylvia couldn't quite figure Sienna out, but one thing was certain: she hadn't suffered these injuries willingly.

Seeing the goosebumps rising on Sienna's legs, Sylvia knelt fully on the floor and gently blew on the wounds.

"Bear with it. I'm almost done."

"..."

Sienna instantly stopped trembling, her gaze fixing steadily on Sylvia.

After wrapping the gauze, Sylvia stood up too fast. The room spun, her vision darkened, and she nearly collapsed.

Sienna reached out and helped her sit on the couch.

In the blink of an eye, the hostile standoff had morphed into them sitting side by side on the sofa.

Sienna opened the dessert box on the table and handed a portion to Sylvia.

"Low blood sugar? Eat."

"Yeah."

Sylvia didn't act coy. She took the cake and took a large bite.

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