Although Silas was applying the ointment for her, his movements were incredibly polite and restrained, using only his fingertips to lightly brush against her skin. He worked quickly and finished in no time.
"Take a look. Does anything else hurt?"
Willow shook her head. Honestly, if he hadn't pointed out her wrist, she never would have noticed.
Reflecting on the incident, she felt the need to explain the situation to him. Since Julian had already announced their marital status, there was no point in hiding it anymore.
"I apologize, Mr. Thorne. My personal life interfered with my work today. But rest assured, I will handle it quickly. It won't happen again."
She was referring to her divorce, but to Silas, it sounded like something else entirely. They were married. It was their private matter. They would fix it, and they didn't need his interference.
He could have just dropped the subject right then and there. But Silas couldn't control himself. The calm, composed demeanor he maintained around everyone else completely vanished when it came to her.
Crossing the line or not, he broke his own rules and pressed the issue. "Did you guys have a fight?"
Willow didn't think much of the question, assuming he was just checking in on a subordinate, especially after what he had said to Julian. But she honestly didn't know how to answer him.
Could her situation with Julian even be considered a fight?
Probably not. A fight implied a mutual connection, a desire to argue toward some sort of resolution. But that wasn't the case here. She just wanted a divorce.
"Not really."
Hearing that, Silas's heart sank a little lower. Any fool could see they had been arguing, but she was denying it just to protect her husband.
Sigh.
"Did he hurt you?"


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