Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 219

Rupert lay face-down on the bed, silent and brooding.

Chris gently lifted the jacket covering him and let out a sharp breath.

Even though the bodyguards had gone easy on him, the first few lashes had clearly been delivered with force.

Especially with the whip being wet—it felt like it had thorns that dug deep into the flesh.

"What on earth happened this time? Is this about Sylvia again...?" Chris trailed off, realization hitting him, "Is she giving you grief again? It's like she's got it out for you."

Rupert shot him a cold look.

Even Edwin, standing nearby, cleared his throat in disapproval at Chris's remark about Sylvia.

Chris awkwardly clammed up, put on gloves, and tended to the wounds. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aside from three deep cuts, the rest aren't too bad. Whoever hit you knew how to avoid the vital spots. With some care, you'll be fine."

He handed Rupert some antibiotics from the med kit.

As Rupert sat up to take the pills, Edwin's phone buzzed incessantly in the background.

"Edwin, just take the call."

Glancing at the screen, Edwin dismissed it with a shrug. "It's not important. How are you feeling?"

"Better."

Rupert stayed seated, his face a mask of detached indifference.

Chris packed up the med kit and stood. "Mr. Edwin, let him rest. We should go."

Edwin hesitated but eventually nodded, ushering everyone out of the room.

As they descended the stairs, Chris stopped Edwin.

"Mr. Edwin, sometimes you need the right person to untangle the mess."

"Yeah, I know..." Edwin sighed and walked away.

As he returned, he noticed Fiona and Warren directing the servants to haul out their luggage.

Remembering Rupert's condition, anger flared within him.