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Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 527
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He pressed a hand to his chest, grimacing. "I get the feeling Ms. Winslet's got it

out for Sylvia and her mom. You should probably keep your guard up."

It was the kind of comment that sounded like it said a lot, but actually said nothing.

This, at least, wasn't breaking his promise to Sylvia.

"Yeah."

Rupert lowered his gaze, staring at his cigarette with something left unsaid.

Chris caught on immediately, grinning as he stepped closer. "You sure you don't wanna get checked out at the

ER?"

"Nope."

Chris snorted. "Serves you right, honestly."

He slung his med kit over his shoulder and strode out.

As the last ember of his cigarette dimmed, the room slipped into silence, and Rupert was left alone with his

thoughts.

A few minutes later, Reese knocked gently and entered, carrying a fresh mug of tea.

"Dr. Chris already left?"

Rupert stubbed out his smoke and took the tea from her. "Yeah."

Reese's eyes flicked over his back, and her heart squeezed. She fidgeted with her fingers, trying to steady

herself.

"Mr. Rupert, why'd you take those nine lashes for Sylvia?"

"She's Edwin's stepdaughter.” Rupert's face was blank, as if taking a beating was just another Tuesday.

"Oh, I see."

Reese smiled, letting out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

She glanced at the clock. "Since we missed dinner at the Bluebird Bistro, | had

the staff whip up something simple. Ceat with me?"

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"Sure."

Reese reached out, ready to help him up.

He slipped on his jacket, dodging her hand with casual ease.

She bit her lip, but still followed him down the stairs.

At the dining table, the staff brought out the last dish.

Reese eyed it with curiosity. "Is that...chicken pot pie?"

"The kitchen said Mr. Rupert stocked up on them and never touched them, so they figured tonight was the

night," one of the staff explained, dishing out generous portions of the pie.

Reese accepted the serving spoon. "I've got it, thanks. You all can take a break."

The staff nodded and slipped away.

Rupert stared at the chicken pot pie in front of him and didn't make a move.

"This is actually really good," Reese said, after her first bite, genuinely impressed.

Rupert blinked, suddenly looking across the table as if he'd seen a ghost.

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He looked back at Reese and let out a soft, unexpected laugh.

Reese stared, a little star-struck. So this ice-cold man could smile and look this good doing it?

But...what was so funny?

Feeling a little self-conscious, Reese wiped her mouth. "Am | eating like a slob?"

Rupert's smile vanished in an

instant, his features cool and

composed. "No." He glanced at

Orson, then stood. "I've got somet

things to take care of. Make sure you take your meds and get srest." s

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"You're still hurt-do you really have to go out now?" Reese pressed.

"I'll be back."

His tone was distant, almost detached.

Reese watched him go, her expression conflicted.

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He glanced coolly at Orson. "I'm not going in."

Orson, holding a Tupperware container, looked exasperated. "Mr. Rupert, you're

already here. Might as well go in, right?"

"Nope. Not in the mood to get yelled at."

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Sylvia had tried to pour herself a glass of water, but twisted too quickly, pulling at

the bandages on her back.

The glass slipped and shattered on the floor.

She bent down to clean up the shards, but before she could, a pair of strong

hands closed gently but firmly over hers.

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