Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 52

Breathing heavily yet covered in a cold sweat, Sylvia managed to stammer, “My, my hand…”

Rupert, who had suddenly stopped, was panting heavily. It took a few throbbing pulses in his neck before he managed to prop himself up and lift her hand.

But then, Sylvia suddenly turned, wrapping herself tightly in the comforter.

Playing tricks, huh?

Rupert paused for a moment but didn’t get irked. Instead, he lay down next to the “burrito”, reaching out to wrap both the person and the comforter tightly in his arms.

Lying on his side and propping his head, he whispered huskily into her ear, “How many times do you think you can hide?”

Sylvia wanted to retort, but her body just wouldn’t allow it. The effort earlier had drained what little energy she had left.

At that moment, Rupert’s voice seemed to grow distant until she fell into complete darkness. Late into the night, the fever that Sylvia had been fighting off returned with a vengeance, leaving her in a delirious state.

If Rupert had tried anything, she wouldn’t have been able to resist.

But he didn’t.

Instead, all through the night, she felt someone continuously touching her forehead. She thought she might be delusional from her illness, or maybe it was a deep-seated desire from the past life to be cared for that led to her hallucinations.

The next morning as she woke up, Rupert was not by her side. Clutching her stomach and desperate to use the bathroom, she rushed into the direction without a second thought.

“Whoa!”

Sylvia was so startled by the sight that greeted her, she almost forgot her urgency.

Rupert was taking a shower.

She immediately turned to run out, but just then, the bedroom door swung open, and she instinctively shut the bathroom door.

Bridget’s voice came from outside.