Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 159

Silas couldn't stop himself from imagining that perhaps he was the only man in the world who had ever seen this side of her.

Once the thought took root, it was impossible to kill. A reckless, pulsing heat surged through his veins, demanding more—he wanted to see so much more.

So, he deliberately dragged the conversation out, desperate to make the moment last just a little bit longer. "Why do you think I asked you to come here?"

Having given himself an excuse, he took the opportunity to unabashedly trace the flawless contours of the masterpiece standing before him.

The elegant slope of her jawline, her stunning features, her captivating amber eyes. The delicate bridge of her nose leading down to full, inviting lips. The soft curve of her mouth was so incredibly tempting—he couldn't help but wonder exactly what it would feel like to press his own against it.

His gaze drifted lower. Today, she was wearing a pale yellow V-neck sweater. Even though it hung loosely on her frame, it did little to hide the stunning curves underneath...

"Mr. Thorne? Mr. Thorne..."

The sudden voice snapped Silas out of his trance. He dragged his eyes away and cleared his throat. "Right. What did you just say?"

Willow hadn't actually said much; she was just wildly guessing. "Did you ask me here because of the project? Did something go wrong?"

"No, you've managed the project flawlessly. There are absolutely zero issues."

"Then is it because I didn't take you on that tour on Saturday?"

"Hardly. I'm not that petty." Although, in certain matters, he was incredibly petty—just not about this.

"Then what is it?" Willow was completely out of ideas, her brow furrowing in deep frustration.

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