Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 494

No midnight snack, huh.

Chris and Orson had been cracking open pistachios for ages, chatting away, before they finally shuffled out of the kitchen with the food.

And when they did—well, let’s just say expectations weren’t high.

All that fuss, and what did they bring? Shoestring fries, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and some garlic-butter shrimp.

A few of the shrimp were even a little burnt.

Chris clicked his tongue. “I swear, you guys must’ve already eaten without us.”

Rupert set his plate down. “Front door’s that way. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”

“Whoa, whoa, just kidding!” Chris hurried to grab a plate, then got all serious. “Sylvia, thanks for having us over.”

Maybe it was just Chris being there, but Sylvia suddenly felt like the house wasn’t so cold anymore.

She smiled. “Come on, dig in.”

Halfway through dinner, Sylvia pulled out her phone.

“My mom says they found the person who stole her stuff. She’s out of the hospital now, too. She wants me to come visit since it’s almost New Year’s—three days left. I’ve got some work to finish up there anyway.”

“What kind of work?” Chris piped up, always with the nosy questions.

“Mr. Rupert and Ms. Sanford’s wedding rings are ready,” Sylvia said, her tone even.

Chris’s eyes widened. He actually looked like he wanted to slap himself.

He scrambled to fix it. “Well, it makes sense Mrs. Naomi wants you home for the holidays, especially after everything that’s happened. Moms just want their daughters around this time of year.”

Sylvia glanced over at Rupert.

Rupert, as usual, was unreadable—like the whole ‘wedding ring’ thing hadn’t even come up.

“I’ll take you to visit the Garcia family while we’re there,” he said quietly.

She nodded.

And just like that, the topic of the wedding rings was gone, as if it had never been mentioned.

After dinner, Chris had to get back to the hospital, so he left.

Rupert’s phone rang, and he got ready to go too.

As for who was calling—well, they all knew.

Sylvia walked him to the door, watching as he headed to his car. Just before he left, she called out.

“Mr. Rupert.”

He turned, and before he could say anything, Sylvia moved in, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him—a quick, gentle brush of lips.

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