Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 699

Naomi quickly interrupted, "Stop, just hearing about it makes me feel nauseous. You loved eating those in high school, and once you ate way too many. Not only was your stomach upset, but you broke out in massive pimples the next day. You even believed some online nonsense about ginger curing acne, snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night, and ended up running into..."

As she spoke, she pursed her lips.

She quickly corrected herself, "It stung so badly that her pimples were red and swollen the next day. It was hilarious."

Lester held his fist to his lips, suppressing a laugh.

Sylvia awkwardly continued sipping her water.

That day, right after applying the ginger, she ran into Rupert, who had just returned from a business dinner.

She had a crush on him, so naturally, she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the guy she liked.

She covered her face and tried to run, but Rupert caught her red-handed.

"What's that on your face? You look like you're mutating."

Back then, he was as cold as ever, and sometimes his tone was quite venomous.

Sylvia was startled, lowered her hands, and looked in the mirror, only to find her pimples looking even redder and more swollen.

"Ah! My face is ruined!"

She wailed, instinctively checking Rupert's reaction in the mirror.

The corners of his mouth subtly turned up, revealing a barely noticeable faint smile.

"Are you laughing at me?" Sylvia wanted to cry but had no tears left.

"Everyone gets them during puberty. I do too, just not as... uniquely as you."

Rupert was usually ruthless and decisive in the outside world, so he was a bit awkward when trying to comfort someone.

Sylvia just straight-up started crying.

"You look even uglier when you cry." Rupert stepped closer to her, raising his hand to wipe away her tears.

That was the first time they had been so close, incredibly close.

Although he smelled of smoke and alcohol, it couldn't mask his distinct scent.

Sylvia pressed her lips together and looked at the handsome face inches away, even able to see his thick eyelashes clearly.

Her heart pounded wildly, completely forgetting about the pimples, only nervously clenching her dress.

He suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "You're... eighteen, right?"

"Yeah."

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