Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 169

She was talking about the CEO of the Sinclair Group, yet she dismissed him as a "nobody." To Silas, it felt like she was shutting him out, refusing to let him cross the boundary into her personal life. And that frown—was she annoyed by his prying? Did she think he was crossing a line?

The jealousy in Silas's chest bubbled over, sharp and intoxicating, like a bottle of fermented plum wine popping its cork.

He knew he should drop it, but he couldn't stop himself. "You're out this late, and he doesn't worry?"

Willow shook her head. "No. We stay out of each other's way."

"Staying out of each other's way" was a generous way to describe a toxic marriage ending in a courtroom bloodbath.

But Silas misinterpreted her tone. He thought she was defending the man, praising him for giving her space. It only made Silas feel petty in comparison, souring his mood further.

The car rolled into the bustling downtown district. Despite the snow, the streets were alive. People were snapping photos under the streetlights, and couples were laughing, clinging to each other in the cold.

Watching them, a sudden impulse seized Silas. Without hesitation, he turned to Willow. "Since that's the case, let's grab dinner before you head home."

"Dinner?" Willow blinked. At this hour? With the CEO?

"Is that a problem?"

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