They ran into quite a few colleagues on the way, most of whom offered polite smiles and greetings. The curiosity in their eyes was impossible to hide, but the judgmental, probing whispers from before were completely gone.
Alaina slowly relaxed, letting him hold her hand as she walked confidently by his side.
So this... this is what peace of mind feels like.
That evening.
They headed back to the Estate for dinner.
At the table, Silas continuously served food onto Alaina's plate, causing a permanent, delighted smile to settle on Great-Aunt Rosemary's face.
Lily had heard the rumors about Silas's public display of affection at the agency earlier that day, and initially, she had refused to believe it.
She had known Silas for twenty years, but the man sitting across from her now felt like a total stranger.
Deep down, she firmly believed no one in this world was worthy of Silas.
Let alone a woman like Alaina.
She did her best to mask her fury, swallowing her bitter resentment in silence.
After dinner, Alaina and Silas strolled side by side through the gardens.
The evening breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and leaves, refreshing them completely.
Silas held onto her hand the entire time. They walked at a leisurely pace, neither in a rush to speak. This quiet, steady companionship was far more comforting than any words could ever be.
Alaina kicked a small pebble on the path when she suddenly heard Silas ask softly, "What kind of dates do you like?"
She stopped walking and turned to face him.
She genuinely hadn't given this much thought. After pondering for a long moment, she said, "I've got it."
She sprinted back to her room, quickly folded a paper fortune teller, and scribbled various date options onto the inner flaps.
Smiling brightly, she walked into Silas's bedroom.
He was waiting for her on the sofa.
She sat down next to him, slipping her fingers into the paper slots. "Pick. Whatever it lands on, we do."
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