Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 58

Rupert strolled over to the window, flung it open, and flicked a cigarette towards his buddy, lighting it up with one hand.

His friend pocketed the cigarette but didn’t light it up. Gazing through the swirling smoke at Rupert, he quizzed, puzzled, “Who is this woman, anyway? Got you personally escorting her? Bridget was hurt, and you didn’t stay with her for even one night. I saw you leaving another hospital room early that morning; don’t tell me it was hers?”

“Yeah,” Rupert’s response was curt and to the point.

His friend nearly stumbled in shock. He rushed to face Rupert and got a clear view of the marks at his collar.

At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes, but as looking closely, he was absolutely floored.

Rupert? With a hickey? Impossible!

Rupert had been with Bridget for three years, and they hardly ever appeared hand in hand, let alone something as intimate as a hickey.

He and Rupert had been classmates since high school, with him veering into medicine after finding finance too daunting, only to discover medicine was even more terrifying.

Now serving as both a hospital doctor and Rupert’s personal physician, he was intimately aware of Rupert’s health.

His astonishment stemmed from the surprisingly pristine nature of Rupert’s annual physical reports, especially in certain sensitive areas. He once suspected Rupert had some issues in there and even offered medication. Rupert claimed he was a germophobe.

And now here he was, sporting a hickey like it was nothing. Who would believe he was a germophobe?

His friend, still unsure, ventured cautiously, “That looks pretty intense. Bridget always seemed so delicate…”

“It’s not her.”

Rupert leaned against the windowsill, his silhouette framed against the backdrop, exuding an air of authority.

“You…”

“Enough about me, let’s talk about her condition,” Rupert steered the conversation away from his friend’s astonishment.

The doctor regained his professional demeanor and after some thought, said, “Her hand injury seems minor, but it’s her mental state that matters the most. She looks really tense; has something happened recently that’s scared her?”

“What’s the solution?”

“Don’t pressure her,” the doctor said earnestly, unable to shake off Sylvia’s haunting gaze.

Rupert fell silent for a moment.

The doctor added, “Also, why did she ask about organ donation for children? She’s so young; she can’t have kids, right?”

As Sylvia turned to enter, a figure barged in.

“Make way, emergency.”

A nurse rushed by with a wheelchair, and on it was none other than Bridget.

The moment Bridget spotted Rupert, her tears flowed freely, as she clutched her arm in agony.

“Rupert, I’m so scared. My arm suddenly started hurting like hell, and it won’t stop shaking. Is my arm going to be useless?”

The nurse announced loudly, “Except room No. 3, all other rooms are occupied, patients in emergency first.”

Patient in emergency?

Bridget, all dolled up, not a hair out of place, claiming her arm was in excruciating pain?

Sylvia retorted angrily, “Sorry, but I was here first.”

The nurse, looking at her, countered, “Patients in emergency have priority!”