Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 228

The other colleagues perked up with curiosity when they heard Sylvia mention Bridget's mysterious illness.

"Yeah, Ms. Simpson, what was wrong with you? If it was one of those contagious bugs going around, you'd still be down for the count."

"You look as fresh as a daisy. Nothing about you screams 'sick.'"

For a brief second, a flicker of panic crossed Bridget's eyes, but she quickly masked it with a composed smile.

"Oh, it was nothing serious, just a little cold. Mr. Rupert was just being overly dramatic, worried that something might happen to me, so he stayed by my side the whole time."

"He stayed with you the whole time?" Sylvia echoed, her tone laced with doubt.

Bridget's interest piqued at this, and she strolled over to Sylvia, casually playing with the necklace around her neck.

"Yes, he's just so doting. Can't stand to see me uncomfortable, even for a minute. Jealous? Maybe you should find yourself a boyfriend, but Mr. Rupert's love for me is one of a kind."

Her voice was sweet as sugar, but the glance she shot Sylvia when no one else was looking was full of mockery. It seemed to silently taunt, "Sylvia, you'll never have what I have. Rupert loves only me."

Her colleagues erupted into envious chatter, but Sylvia merely chuckled.

Bridget's smile faltered, her brow furrowing. "Sylvia, what's so funny?"

Oh, what was funny?

The fact that Bridget could lie without batting an eye. Rupert was getting chewed out by family yesterday, how could he have been with her the whole time?

From Bridget's expression, it was clear she had no idea Rupert had been in trouble. If he loved her so much, why didn't he tell her? Maybe… he didn't want her to worry.