Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 227

Rupert pulled out his phone, the screen flashing with the name "Bridget."

He got up and walked to the balcony, turning his back on Sylvia so she couldn't see his expression.

Just moments ago, he was the man who couldn't hold back his emotions, but now he seemed indifferent.

Yet, when he spoke to Bridget, his voice was gentle. "Yeah, I'm here."

After hanging up, Rupert dressed quickly and left without even glancing at Sylvia, offering no explanation.

Sylvia had expected this, her face emotionless as she quietly sat there, still holding the packaging from a bandage.

She knew Rupert’s heart was with Bridget.

Sylvia sat in a daze for a long time until the doorbell rang.

She opened the door to find the delivery guy.

"Sorry, miss, I'm a bit late."

"No worries," Sylvia replied with a smile.

The delivery guy looked startled. "Miss, if you're upset, you don’t have to force a smile. Oh, and your leg is bleeding."

Sylvia glanced down, noticing the streak of blood on her leg.

Even a stranger could see it, but Rupert had been oblivious?

Or perhaps he had just chosen to ignore it.

Sylvia dropped her smile, thanked the delivery guy, and closed the door.

Back on the couch, she dabbed at the blood with a tissue, then turned on the TV, picking a comedy to watch while she slurped on her spaghetti.

Every time the movie hit a funny scene, she couldn't help but laugh, only to choke and tear up.

Most comedies start off with silly antics but tend to end with heartfelt moments.

The movie's main characters were no exception.

One moment they were being ridiculous, the next they were having a tearful farewell by the seaside.