Chapter 427 – Highlight Chapter from Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 427 is a standout chapter in Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) by Oliver Harrison, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
Limping is awkward, no doubt about it.
But right now? This was way worse. Everyone in Kingstoria knew Rupert. And here he was, carrying her up the stairs like it was nothing. Every single eye in the hospital lobby was glued to her.
Sylvia ducked her head, pretending to fix her hair to hide her face.
Rupert glanced down at her, voice low and unexpectedly sharp. “Am I that embarrassing?”
In the past, she’d have blushed bright red. But now, she felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Thinking quickly, she rubbed her eyes and mumbled, “No, it’s just—I think I got something in my eye.”
“Mm-hmm.” Rupert didn’t push it.
Once they got into the elevator—packed, noisy, elbows everywhere—Rupert set Sylvia gently on her feet.
Just then, a patient in a wheelchair rolled in, making it even more crowded. Before she could regain her balance, Rupert slipped his arm around her, tucking her into the corner.
Voices filled the air: conversations, phone calls. But all Sylvia could hear was Rupert’s steady breathing.
He leaned down, his warm breath brushing her cheek. There was nowhere to hide, so she just stared at the floor.
Rupert’s gaze slid to her flushed ears, and a hint of a smirk tugged at his mouth. He tilted her chin up, deliberately.
“Didn’t you say you got something in your eye? Let me see.”
He started to lower his head, and for a split second, Sylvia panicked—it felt like he was about to kiss her. Right here, with all these people watching?!
A little girl, squished beside them, stared up innocently, wide-eyed.
Sylvia pressed her hand to Rupert’s chest, whispering urgently, “No, really, it’s fine!”
Rupert’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Still lying to me?”
Sylvia’s cheeks burned, caught red-handed. She pressed her lips together. “No. I’m not.”
The elevator doors slid open. As the crowd spilled out, Sylvia took a deep breath, desperate to escape.
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