Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 19

As Sylvia's heart threatened to leap out of her chest, Rupert pulled back, casting a glance at the young couple behind the tree.

"Something wrong?" his voice was cool, laced with impatience.

The moment they recognized Rupert, the couple quickly bowed their heads in respect, "Sorry, Mr. Garcia, we'll leave right away."

The young lovers hurried off.

Listening to their retreating footsteps, Sylvia let out a sigh of relief. She tried to push Rupert away, but he caught her wrist.

"Go pack your things. I'll asked Orson to wait in the parking lot. He'll drive you to the apartment."

It wasn't a suggestion, but a command, his deep voice brooking no argument.

Sylvia stiffened, her eyelashes fluttering as she struggled to contain the turmoil within her.

In his eyes, she wasn't a person, but a compliant doll, to be manipulated and discarded at will.

Gritting her teeth, she fought to free herself from his grasp.

"No need. If you're worried, we can go to the hospital for a check-up in a month."

Rupert's eyes narrowed, a chill flashing through them as if surprised by Sylvia's resistance.

The air between them was about to freeze when his phone rang.

It was Bridget.

Seizing the moment, Sylvia took a few steps back, calmly saying, "Uncle, you're busy. I'll leave now."

She turned and walked away without lingering. Behind her, those eyes following her unfathomable.

It took a few rings before Rupert casually answered the call.

"What's up?"

"There are so many reporters, I'm so scared," Bridget sobbed.

"I'm on my way."

Rupert left.

Sylvia, who hadn't gone far, sensed something and turned around to see Rupert's hurried departure.