Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 552

"Mr. Rupert? Mr. Rupert?"

Reese tugged gently at the man’s sleeve beside her.

Rupert snapped back to attention, his voice cool and distant. "What is it?"

Reese’s smile faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered. "We’re heading home now."

"You and Ms. Winslet go on ahead. I need to stop by the office." Rupert slipped his arm from her grasp and shot a chilly glance at Kay.

The look sent a shiver down Kay’s spine. She’d been about to nudge Reese into following Rupert, but under his icy stare, she could only put on a brave face and force a smile.

"Reese, I’ll go back with you. Let’s not keep Mr. Rupert from his work."

"Alright," Reese said, nodding, and followed Kay to the car.

Once the two women had left, Orson pulled up in front of Rupert and opened the car door for him.

Pressing down his suit jacket, Rupert paused before getting in, his voice low. "I want you to personally keep an eye on Sylvia."

Orson looked puzzled. "She’s got nothing left. I doubt she’ll try anything."

"You don’t know her like I do."

"Understood, sir."

…

On the way back to the Garcia house.

Reese gazed out the window, lost in thought.

Kay frowned. "Reese, why the long face? Now that Mr. Rupert’s moving back in, you two lovebirds should finally have more time together."

Reese turned to look at Kay, almost glaring. "Aunt Kay, was it you who talked Tristan into moving Mr. Rupert’s things back from his Soho apartment?"

"I was just thinking of you!" Kay replied matter-of-factly.

"Aunt Kay! What do you think Mr. Rupert’s going to think of me now? That I’m just desperate to have him around? We’re not even married yet and I can’t wait?"

Reese was so frustrated she could barely breathe.

Kay nodded, turning to look out the window, a sly smile flickering at the corner of her mouth.

…

In another car.

Sylvia sat with her chin propped on her hand, not saying a word.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed twice.

It was a message from Yves.

"Where are you!!"

It wasn’t a question, really—it was a demand, and it was obvious Yves was furious.

Sylvia ignored him on purpose.

Yves clearly couldn’t stand being ignored. Over the next ten minutes, her phone didn’t stop vibrating with a barrage of angry messages.