Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 132

Silas watched her retreating figure until she disappeared into the apartment building before finally pulling away from the curb.

He immediately dialed Arthur Vance. "Put together a comprehensive guide to New York City for me."

Assuming his boss was looking for some leisure time, Arthur eagerly suggested, "If you're looking to do some sightseeing, I can arrange it right away. I know a few luxury private tour companies that offer incredible service."

"I have no interest in that," Silas replied flatly. "Just prepare what I asked for."

He paused, then added, "And send me Willow's contact info."

"Right away, sir." Figuring Silas needed to discuss the project with her, Arthur forwarded the contact and then shot Willow a quick text, giving her a heads-up that Mr. Thorne might be reaching out about work.

By the time Willow saw the message, two hours had passed. She had spent the time tidying up the apartment and reviewing some research data.

She checked Arthur's warning, then spotted the pending friend request. She accepted it immediately and sent an apologetic message: [I'm so sorry, Mr. Thorne. I've been busy since I got back and just saw your request.]

Ever since he had asked for her number, Silas had been waiting. He checked his phone every few minutes, even while driving. When her message finally came through, a faint smirk touched his lips.

But the content of her text annoyed him.

Busy.

What could she possibly be busy with at home? And with whom? He didn't even need to think to guess the answer.

Silas didn't want to ask, and he definitely didn't want to know. He simply typed back: [No problem. I've been busy as well.]

Seeing his reply, Willow let out a breath of relief. At least he hadn't been sitting around waiting for her. Her guilt eased slightly. Then again, she realized she was probably overthinking it. A man in his position wouldn't waste time waiting on a text from a subordinate.

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