Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 154

Bridget, her cheeks flushed with a shy hue, leaned towards Rupert as she heard they’d share a room.

"Bailey, how could I accept this?"

With an eyebrow raised, Bailey smiled and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, Ms. Simpson, I can easily arrange for another room for you. No trouble at all."

As she spoke, she was about to call the butler with a wave of her hand.

The corner of Bridget's mouth twitched involuntarily, and she quickly said, "Bailey, you're such a joker, thank you."

Bailey's smile deepened, filled with unspoken meanings.

Sylvia, hearing the possibility of a room change, immediately thought of an excuse to switch rooms herself.

But before she could speak up, Bailey was called away by a phone call. Left with no choice, Sylvia headed to her room.

Just as she turned around, Freya suddenly caught her arm from behind.

"Sylvia, are you sure of being alone? Do you want me to keep you company?"

Sylvia's arm trembled slightly, and her jaw clenched tighter, but she quickly regained her composure.

To keep her company? She was more afraid Freya might harm her in the middle of the night.

Sylvia smoothly pulled her arm back, "No need, I'm quite tired. I'll head to my room to rest."

Without giving Freya a chance to respond, Sylvia entered her room. The room was decorated in a classic, beautiful style.

But Sylvia had no mind to appreciate the decor. She sat at the foot of the bed, her teeth gritted as she removed her jacket.

Underneath, the sleeve of her blouse was scorched and stuck to her reddened skin.

Biting on her jacket, she closed her eyes, pulled sharply, and a cold sweat broke out over her body as she trembled. Her breathing was erratic as she collapsed at the foot of the bed, curling up into a ball.

Actually, since Freya had slipped out of the bathroom, Sylvia had been on her tail. From the moment she saw the surroundings filled with plants, she guessed Freya and Bridget would tamper with the camellias.

So, when she drank coffee, she sneakily took the lighter from the coffee table's edge.

Later, as Freya emphasized the significance of the camellias, Sylvia knew her guess was right. She watched as Freya took out Bridget's lighter and threw it onto the dry leaves.