Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 395

She nudged the man beside her, not even noticing that her oversized robe had fallen open.

The neckline slipped low, revealing a pale bra.

She’d worn her bridesmaid dress today, and to make sure her underwear didn’t peek out, she’d just grabbed a cheap strapless bra off the sale rack. Predictably, cheap meant trouble—the size was all wrong, way too tight.

She figured, "It’s only for one day," and couldn’t be bothered to return it.

Now, it only made things look even more suggestive.

By the time Sylvia realized she was exposed, it was already too late.

Rupert narrowed his eyes, a cold bead of sweat running down his temple, burning hot against his flushed skin.

His voice dropped an octave. “Sylvia.”

Rupert had never said her name so many times in a row. She froze, answering softly, “Yeah, Uncle Rupert, you—”

Before Sylvia could finish, he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed her—right on her cherry-red lips.

The soft touch made everything feel painfully real.

Even as she struggled, he didn’t let go. Instead, his hand slid up and down her waist, gentle and reassuring.

Thank God—it was all just a dream.

After a moment, Sylvia’s resistance faded, her body trembling like she’d been dropped into a scorching hot bath, fighting off Rupert’s embrace.

Rupert’s hand, which had been tugging at her robe’s belt, suddenly stopped. He closed his dark eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, he carefully pulled her robe closed, covering her up.

“There’s fresh pajamas in the closet. Go change into them,” he said, voice tight.

“Okay.”

Freed from his arms, Sylvia scrambled off the bed and dashed for the walk-in closet.

Rupert took a deep breath, trying to calm the heat churning in his gut, then got up as well.

Noticing broken glass by the nightstand, he cleaned it up before heading to the bathroom.

When Sylvia came out, she was rolling up her sleeves, grumbling under her breath. What did he eat growing up—protein shakes and basketballs? How could anyone get so tall?

But the pajamas smelled faintly of lavender, and she had to admit, it was lovely.

Just then, Rupert came out of the bathroom. He stopped mid-towel, eyeing the pajamas she wore.

“Time for bed,” he said, finally.

“Alright. I’ll wash and return your pajamas tomorrow. Good night, Uncle Rupert,” Sylvia said, heading for the bedroom door.

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