Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 444

After using the restroom, Sylvia didn’t go straight back to the private lounge.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that she just didn’t belong there. Especially with the way Tristan kept throwing her those meaningful glances, as if he was silently urging her to leave.

Instead, Sylvia headed down the hallway toward the lounge area. Pushing open the glass door, she was hit with a gust of chilly air. She shivered, hugging herself as she leaned against the railing and gazed out at the distant city lights.

Only when her nerves had finally settled did she remember her unfinished responsibilities. Sighing, she turned to head back.

But the moment she spun around, she collided headlong into a man’s hard chest.

Her eyes flicked upward, meeting Rupert’s cold, piercing gaze. The icy air seemed to fill her lungs, making her teeth chatter slightly.

Sylvia took a step back, forcing herself to stay calm. “Uncle Rupert. Is there something you need?”

Rupert didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between them, step by step, until her back pressed against the railing and she had nowhere left to go.

He braced his arm on either side of her, trapping her there, his dark eyes glinting with something both dangerous and amused.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was laced with mockery. “Wearing the dress I bought you, and showing up here with another man. You sure know how to play, Sylvia.”

“How much do you want for it? I’ll pay you back, cash,” Sylvia shot back.

Rupert’s lips curled into a cold half-smile. “Pay me back? No need to go through the hassle. I’ll collect—with interest.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she tried to push him away, but he caught her wrist and yanked her closer.

“This is the principal,” Rupert snarled.

“Wait, what—?” Sylvia barely got the words out before he crushed his lips to hers.

He tugged her coat’s belt loose, his big hands sliding past the lapels to grip her waist—right where Lester had steadied her earlier. He squeezed hard, almost painfully, like he wanted to erase any trace of another man.

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