Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 179

Sylvia buried her face in the couch cushion, trying to soothe her frazzled nerves.

Then, her phone rang.

It was Naomi.

“Hey, Sylvia, how was your day?” Naomi's voice was laced with a teasing laughter.

“Not great,” Sylvia sighed deeply.

“Oh, come on, didn’t Rupert help you out?”

“Mom, is your back better?” Sylvia replied, slightly annoyed. “I’ve told you before, stop trying to set us up. It’s never going to happen.”

“It wasn’t me! He said…”

“Mom, let’s not, okay? It’s pointless,” Sylvia firmly stated.

Naomi let out a small sigh. “I thought you two could at least have a decent conversation.”

As Sylvia’s mother, she couldn’t help but notice how Sylvia seemed to have something against Rupert at every turn.

But that was Rupert!

Even Naomi, as his sister-in-law, had to show some deference. How could Sylvia possibly stand a chance? She just didn’t want Sylvia and Rupert to end up at odds over that night’s events!

Sylvia knew Naomi meant well, so she held back from arguing further.

“Mom, I’m tired. I’m going to rest now.”

“Alright.”

…

At the Simpson residence, Miriam carefully helped Bridget settle onto the couch, casting a wary glance at Rupert, whose expression remained unreadable.

“These crazy fans are getting out of hand, showing up at the apartment like that. Thank goodness the security was quick to respond, or who knows what might have happened,” Miriam vented in anger.

Bridget, with tears welling in her eyes, tried to interject, “Mom, let’s just say I caught a cold or something.”

Miriam sighed, then turned to Rupert, her face a picture of sympathy for her daughter.

“Well then, since you’re so good at enduring… keep it up.”

Bridget was momentarily confused by Rupert’s words but nodded anyway.

“Of course. If it’s for your sake, I’m more than happy.”

“I’ve prepared a gift for you. Make sure to check it,” he said before leaving the Simpson estate.

Bridget’s heart soared, her thoughts immediately jumping to the mysterious jewelry Rupert had been rumored to purchase.

It had to be for her!

“Mom, Rupert still loves me! Can you believe he’s still thinking of giving me gifts?”

“Yes, yes, I’ve always said Sylvia is no threat,” Miriam replied, smiling contentedly.

Just then, Bridget’s phone rang.

She snatched it up eagerly, but as the voice on the other end spoke, the color drained from her face. Her hands trembled, and the phone slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor.