Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 188



Sylvia was huddled behind the door, peering through the peephole to catch a glimpse of the commotion outside.

Eloise, leading the charge with fury in her step, halted right in front of room number 6.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, Bridget stepped forward to intervene.

In a hushed tone, she advised, "Ms. Eloise, knocking will only give them time to cover their tracks. Then, we'll have no proof. After everything you've done for Sylvia, and this is how she repays you? Are you really going to let her off with her dignity intact? I feel outraged on your behalf, which is why I brought the key to the lounge."

With that, Bridget pressed the key into Eloise's hand.

Fuming over the thought of her husband and one of her employees conspiring behind her back, Eloise's rationality vanished. She turned, swiftly unlocked the door, and stormed inside.

The people inside barely had time to react before a cacophony of screams filled the air.

Sylvia, with her ear practically glued to the door, could hear nothing of the chaos inside, which was driving her insane!

The man behind her edged closer, his voice low and tinged with amusement, "Aren't you going in?"

So engrossed was Sylvia that she hadn't noticed his approach, murmuring, "How did they get here so quickly?"

"Were you planning to wait until they're finished? That wouldn't be fun at all."

His breath warmed Sylvia's cheek; she spun around, her lips brushing against his.

It was but a moment, yet his gaze deepened, his arms encircling her waist.

Pressing his lips to hers, he stated, "You started it."

"It wasn't-mm..."

...

Seconds later, Sylvia slipped out of the room unnoticed.

Through the barely closed door, she saw the man's dark figure. He leaned against the wall, wiping a trace of blood from his lip, his gaze fixed on Sylvia with a predatory intensity.

Unable to meet his stare, Sylvia quickly lowered her head and squeezed into the lounge with the rest of the crowd.

Upon entering, Sylvia was greeted by

a faint, alluring scent mixed with a hint of scandal. No wonder those two couldn't keep their hands off each other; the room had been laced with something.

Sylvia fanned her nose, craning her neck to see Eloise's husband covering another woman with his jacket, fiercely protecting her despite Eloise's attempts to pull her away.

As Eloise's grip slackened, Sylvia realized it wasn't a matter of letting go but rather letting be.

Decades of companionship, and even in the throes of separation, Eloise sought to maintain dignity.

But perhaps it was hope more than dignity.

Hoping her husband would forsake his affair and return to the family fold.

Now, Eloise knew it was a lost cause, her body trembling.

Freya rushed to support her, her eyes gleaming with malicious excitement.

Christine's perfume worked wonders, inciting Sylvia into indiscretion and babble. Sylvia's chances of redemption were slim now.

Regaining her composure, Freya indignantly exclaimed, "Sylvia, how could you betray Ms. Eloise? You owe her an apology!"

The woman behind the man clung to him even tighter instead of coming forward.

This only fueled the crowd's anger on Eloise's behalf.

"Eloise took a chance on her, and she repays her with betrayal."

"Did you hear their exchange? They've likely been at this for a while, deceiving Eloise together."

"A manipulator like her deserves to be blacklisted."

Eloise, hearing this, felt a surge of emotion and confronted her husband, "Let her face me. I want to hear it from her." Her tone was measured, striving not to lose any more dignity.

Yet, her husband shielded the other woman with open arms, glaring at Eloise, "Look at yourself! Always.too assertive. I'm your husband, not your subordinate! Do you think you bear no responsibility for this?"


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