Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 13

She vomited all over Rupert's brand-new suit, and his brow furrowed instantly. Eventually, when nothing but bile was left, she leaned weakly against the car.

Orson hurried over, extending his hand, "Mr. Garcia, let me assist Ms. Lloyd."

Rupert simply shrugged off his jacket, "No need."

Despite his clear disgust at Sylvia, he still picked her up and carried her into the house.

Sylvia was taken straight to the bathroom, and as soon as she was perched on the countertop, he began to remove her vomit-stained clothes.

"Stop! No!"

Sylvia tried to push him away, but her weak state was no match for him.

Rupert expressionlessly stripped off her clothes, revealing the marks from the previous night under the harsh light.

Ashamed, Sylvia tried to fend him off, but he caught her wrist. Rupert's palm was unnervingly hot.

As Sylvia looked up, she met his increasingly intense gaze. He didn't give her a chance to resist, opening her knees and moving closer to her body.

Instinctively, she shuddered, her whole body rejecting Rupert.

Rupert frowned, grabbing a towel from the stack on the sink to dry his hands, casually saying, "I'm not interested in a woman who's just thrown up."

Hearing this, Sylvia almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then she collapsed into Rupert's arms, as if all her strength had drained away.

Rupert looked at her pale face, her forehead beading with cold sweat, utterly weak.

"Still feeling sick?"

Sylvia nodded, barely able to muster the energy to speak.

Rupert's voice was deep, "Useless."

Sylvia couldn't speak, only feeling dizzy and nauseous, her body sagging further.

She had no illusions about Rupert's kindness.

But she was so tired, so uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she felt the warm temperature on her cheeks; a warm towel brushed her cheek, then her body, soothing enough to make her involuntarily nuzzle into it.