Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 467

Reese picked up the scarf, turning it over in her hands. She poked her finger through a hole and let out a snort. “Well, would you look at that? It’s torn. He must’ve forgotten to toss it out—definitely not like him. It’s not even cashmere, not soft at all. Whatever, just pack it away for now.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Reese was Rupert’s soon-to-be wife, so the housekeeper just nodded and took the scarf, stashing it in the box nearby without another word.

Once Reese finished tidying up, she glanced around the walk-in closet. The floor was littered with her own suitcases and a pile of clothes she’d decided to get rid of.

What if Rupert saw this mess and thought she was a slob?

“Can you guys help me clean this up? If you like any of these clothes, feel free to take whatever you want from the pile.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sanford.”

With practiced efficiency, the staff swept up the boxes and carted them away.

……

Sylvia wandered back to Naomi’s cottage. Naomi was busy fussing over the seating chart for the engagement party.

Catching a glimpse of Sylvia’s face, Naomi pressed her lips together. “You don’t have to push yourself with this. I can handle the rest.”

Sylvia sat down and flipped open the guest book, scanning the notes. “No worries. If I don’t help, someone else will just end up making your life harder.”

Naomi reached out and gently shut the book. “Sylvia, are you doing this because of me?”

“Of course. But are you really going to divorce Edwin?”

Naomi hesitated, looking uncertain. “I… I don’t know.”

Sylvia gave a reassuring smile, pretending not to care as she flipped to another page. “Don’t worry. You two finally made it this far. I know exactly how Edwin’s treated us all these years. I’d never come between you.”

Naomi relaxed a little, then confessed, “Sylvia, I used to think Rupert had feelings for you… but Reese is a good person. She’s nothing like Bridget. It’s no surprise Rupert’s chosen her. Everyone’s rooting for them.”

“Mom, please,” Sylvia cut her off, her voice flat. “I get it.”

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