Chapter 143
“Silas.”
Chapter 143
She bit her lip. “You’re just angry with me, aren’t you?”
“Miss Gifford, I don’t think I have the free time to sit around and be angry with you.”
“…Silas, I’m apologizing to you, okay?” Grace’s voice carried a distinct tremor. Perhaps she truly was unwell, drawing out all her inner vulnerabilities.
“I didn’t reject you on purpose. I just thought… we’re both still so young. Don’t you still need to treat your eyes? And my career is just taking off. I don’t want to just date, get married, and live a life where I can see the end from the very beginning.”
Grace came from a privileged background. She had grown up surrounded by endless business marriages.
In their circles, how many people actually got to live for themselves?
Most of them followed their families’ arrangements, got married, had kids, and lived a life completely drained of hope.
She was her father’s spoiled darling, but the atmosphere in Silas’s family was notoriously rigid. If she casually married him, what would happen next?
Grace hadn’t dared to think that far ahead.
Silas remained silent, his deep gaze fixed on the distance.
The Manor’s grounds were exceptionally quiet at night, exuding a profound sense of isolation from the bustling world.
“Silas?”
He only spoke when the voice on the other end prompted him again.
“Since that’s the case, aren’t things exactly as you wished, Miss Gifford? Then you should go live your life.”
The response caught Grace completely off guard.
Did Silas mean…
He wanted to draw a clear line between them?
She bit her lip hard, her voice small and hurt. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I don’t know anything,” the man’s deep, resonant voice was beautifully cruel. “Miss Gifford, I assume you are an adult. Since you made a choice, you have to accept the consequences of
that choice. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. The world doesn’t work that way.”
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11:40
“…”
“Enough.”
He had lost the patience to listen any further.
“If you’re sick, call an ambulance. If you don’t want to, then go to sleep. If all else fails, you have your manager and assistant.”
Grace’s eyes welled with unshed tears. Driven by sheer unwillingness to let go, she blurted out, “But what if the only person I want is you?”
Silas stayed silent for a moment, then abruptly ended the call.
He immediately dialed Simon Young.
“Grace says she’s running a high fever. Take a doctor to her place and get her checked out.”
Simon hadn’t expected his boss to assign him a task like this in the middle of the night. He blinked in confusion. “Mr. Sterling… I should go?”
“Who else? Me?”
“…No, no, no, I’ll go right away.”
Not daring to delay, Simon scrambled up to contact a doctor.
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