Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 160

As mentioning searching the rooms, Bailey swept an intentional glance at Bridget.

"Ms. Simpson, no objections, I presume?"

At those words, a flicker of unease crossed Bridget's features.

"Bailey, now that the misunderstanding's been cleared up, I think it's unnecessary to continue. It's just a waste of your time and Rupert's."

Bailey covered a chuckle with her hand, "Ms. Simpson, your consideration is touching. How could it be a waste of time? What are you waiting for? Go check Ms. Simpson's room."

"Got it."

The butler, about to leave with his team, was quickly blocked by Bridget.

"Bailey, it's my and Rupert’s bedroom, after all. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" she reminded him.

"Ms. Simpson, that's a bit hypocritical of you. Ms. Lloyd, a single lady, had all these men burst into her room while she was sleeping, and she didn't complain. What are you afraid of? Unless you're hiding something?" Bailey insinuated.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Bridget shook her head vehemently, her complexion turning a shade paler.

She hadn't hidden anything, but her room was too immaculate, showing no signs of shared occupancy. What would people think if they knew Rupert hadn't spent the night with her?

But Bailey didn't give her a chance to protest, signaling the butler with a glance. The latter brushed past Bridget to the next room, with the others following.

Sylvia didn't want to join, choosing to stay seated.

Yesterday, upon entering their room, Bridget and Rupert were all over each other, the walls echoing with their fervor. One could only imagine the aftermath.

Yet, Christine dragged her out, "Why are you just sitting there? Let's go."

Reluctantly, Sylvia followed, whispering to Christine, "You might not want to see this. It's bad luck."

"Ah," Christine indeed gasped softly.

She should have listened.