Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 239

"Sylvia, I'm fine, really. You're not heavy at all. I'll get up and help you," Freya said, as if Sylvia had purposely decided to crush her with her weight.

Sylvia couldn't help but roll her eyes discreetly.

Why on earth had she decided to trust Freya?

As Freya got up, she cast a pitiful glance towards the car window, her movements exaggeratedly slow, almost like she was in a dramatic play.

Suddenly, the sound of the car door opening came from behind Sylvia.

Freya instantly morphed into a picture of innocence, looking up at the approaching man with big doe eyes. "Mr. Rupert, really, I'm fine! I can manage, I just..."

Sylvia felt goosebumps rise on her skin. In another life, what had possessed her to think Freya was genuinely pitiful?

Unable to stand it any longer, Sylvia shuffled forward.

But Freya's voice suddenly cut off, replaced by Sylvia's startled yelp.

"Ah!"

Rupert had swooped in, grabbing her purse and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. To keep her balance, she had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Sylvia protested, squirming.

"If you don't want to risk what little intelligence you have left spilling out, you'd better hold on tight, my dear niece," Rupert murmured just for her, his voice low and teasing.

Sylvia's mind felt like it was about to explode with frustration and embarrassment. What did he mean by that?

Rupert carried her towards the car, undeterred by Freya's attempt to intervene with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert, really, you don't need to help me, I can manage."

"No need, she's fragile and might fall," Rupert said, brushing past Freya as he placed Sylvia in the car.

As the car door shut, Freya's face pressed against the glass, startling Sylvia.

Freya put on her best concerned expression. "Mr. Rupert, Sylvia looks really hurt. She should go to the hospital. I need to go too, so maybe we could..."