Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 18

"Didn’t you say you weren't into me? Then what's this diary all about?"

"You've got it all wrong. It's just some scribbles, doesn't prove a thing," Sylvia said, her face emotionless as she tried to push him away.

At the mention of scribbles, Rupert's eyes narrowed, "Is that so?"

In the next moment, to Sylvia's astonishment, he reached into the fire, pulling out a half-burnt sheet of paper.

Glancing at the elegant handwriting, he repeated the words in a deep tone, "I fancy you."

Rupert held the charred paper between his fingers, his demeanor lazy and indifferent, his expression cold and detached despite the sentimental words.

He had always been indifferent and ruthless towards her, she knew that.

But the mocking look in his eyes made Sylvia feel stifled and rigid. As if her past affection was nothing but dirt in his eyes, unworthy of attention.

Sylvia's shoulders trembled slightly as she struggled to suppress her emotions, speaking calmly, "It's nameless, doesn’t have to be you. It could be anyone, but definitely not you."

She tried to move her hand but was caught by Rupert, who pulled her closer. Rupert leaned in slowly, his chilly and threatening presence enveloping Sylvia.

"Who then? Sylvia, thought you could just provoke me and walk away? No one can change what I want."

Sylvia struggled a few times, but he only got closer. At that moment, voices of a young couple chatting came from the nearby path.

"Do you smell something burning?"

"Yeah, I'm burning up with desire!"

"Idiot, who's joking with you? You...ugh...stop it! Don't kiss me like that."

"Just one more kiss."

Their voices, filled with flirtation and affection, intermittently reached them.

Sylvia cringed, her body involuntarily shivering. Rupert noticed, a playful smirk crossing his handsome face as his hand casually slid up her back.

"Let me go," Sylvia said in a panic.