Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 117

Orson noticed the paleness on Sylvia's face and hesitated, "Ms. Lloyd…"

Sylvia scoffed coldly, "He really went out of his way this time."

"Ms. Lloyd, actually…"

Before Orson could explain, Sylvia had already stormed off, leaving him to sigh in frustration.

Back in her room, Sylvia made a beeline for the bathroom, only to be confronted by the mirror's revelation—a faint bite mark on her neck, its ambiguous redness seemed to speak volumes without a single word.

She scrubbed it furiously, but the effort only deepened the color. Frustrated, she gave up and decided to cover it with foundation before her meeting at Eloise's studio the next day.

Just as she was pondering how to borrow some foundation from Naomi, Naomi herself appeared.

"Sylvia? You're back? I brought you some snacks."

Hearing this, Sylvia casually wrapped a towel around her neck and stepped out.

Naomi eyed her peculiar attire. "What's with the towel around your neck?"

Sylvia improvised. "Just went out for a jog, got a bit sweaty, so I wrapped it up to avoid catching a cold."

"You've barely recovered- don't push it. Come, sit and eat."

"Alright."

Sitting down, Sylvia inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and started to eat.

Naomi, in high spirits, began gossiping. "Sylvia, you won’t believe it- karma finally caught up with Bridget."

"Bridget? What happened?" Sylvia asked, feigning indifference.