Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 86

Bridget's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, her eyes brimming with tears she dared not let fall.

But she couldn't let her anger show. Instead, she tried to muster a look of hurt and reached out for Rupert.

Rupert, nonchalantly adjusting his cuff, sidestepped her hand with an air of indifference.

"Rupert, I am your fiancée," Bridget said, her eyes welling with tears.

Rupert gave her a fleeting glance, his tone cool. "Ah, fiancée. Not yet a wife."

Bridget's face fell, frozen in place.

He leaned in slightly. "You're still an outsider. Sylvia is legally Ms. Garcia of the Garcia family. Even at her worst, she's not someone to be trifled with by outsiders. We both know what's really going on between us."

With that, Rupert shoved a queue number slip into Bridget's hand and walked away.

Bridget stared after him in disbelief, her heart refusing to give up. She attempted to follow Rupert but was blocked by Orson.

"Ms. Simpson, please take a seat."

"Rupert... Rupert..."

Unable to push past Orson, Bridget clenched her teeth and reluctantly sat back down. Looking down, she noticed the queue number slip Rupert had given her was blank! She had to bear the pain while waiting there!

Fuming and trembling with frustration, she had no choice but to make another appointment to see the doctor.

...

Sylvia woke up again, reaching out for Naomi but finding her gone.

"Mom?" she called out, confused.

A pair of gentle hands took hers. "Sylvia, I sent Naomi home because she seemed exhausted."

Hearing the voice, Sylvia relaxed.

"Warren, you came? How?"

"You still have to ask? I told you to call me if there was any trouble. And yet, I had to learn about this mess from the internet."

Sylvia blinked in surprise. "The internet?"

"Mr. Rupert, there’s a lot of chicken pot pie left. Should we send some more over?"

"No need."

...

In the room, Sylvia managed only half the chicken pot pie.

"Warren, it must be late. You should head back."

"It’s fine, I..."

Another ring cut him off.

Sylvia couldn't see, but she knew who it was.

"Mrs. Fiona?" She smiled faintly, aware that there are no coincidences in life. Every time Warren and she were alone, Fiona seemed to call. Clearly, Fiona wasn’t keen on Warren spending too much time with her.

Fiona had always been kind to her, and Sylvia understood her intentions. Being a widow and an orphan in the Garcia family wasn’t easy. Tristan Garcia had been displeased with Sylvia lately, and any association could only harm Warren’s position.