Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 47

Tristan had never been particularly fond of Bridget's background. However, thankfully, Bridget had a good reputation and image, a far better companion for Rupert than the other messy figures he'd been seen with.

But at the press conference, Bridget had been a major letdown.

Rupert's face remained stoic, his responses chillingly indifferent.

"Yeah."

After the brief exchange, they left together.

Moments later, Bridget emerged from behind a decorative rockery, her hands twisting the hem of her dress almost to breaking point out of anxiety.

She was determined to win!

...

Naomi had offered Sylvia to stay the night, but Sylvia declined. The Garcia Manor held nothing but bad memories for her. It reminded her of the scorn she faced in her past life, and of her poor daughter.

So, as dusk approached, she left. But she'd hardly gotten far when a sudden gale picked up, the sky turned a foreboding gray as if ready to unleash a deluge.

Sylvia quickened her pace, but before she could get far, the heavens opened up, soaking her through.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching brakes came from behind, and she turned, shielding her head with her hands.

A man stepped out of his car, quickly approaching Sylvia with a black umbrella in hand, revealing his handsome features as he did.

"Sylvia."

"Warren, why are you here?" Sylvia was slightly surprised.

"I went to see Uncle Edwin, heard from your mom you'd left, didn't you know about the storm?"

"I...I didn't notice," Sylvia admitted sheepishly.

Warren sighed softly, tilting the umbrella towards Sylvia as they locked eyes.

Her hair dripping, her beautiful face slightly pale but her lips strikingly vivid, exuded a fragile allure. Her clothes, clinging to her from the rain, outlined her figure perfectly.