Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 229

Seeing her absolute fascination with the lights, a brilliant idea sparked in Silas's mind. "Wait right here."

He stepped out into the hallway, pulling out his phone. When he returned a few minutes later, the fireworks show had completely faded into smoke.

Willow sighed, a little disappointed that he had missed the grand finale. She immediately pulled up her phone, swiping through the blurry photos to show him.

Silas barely glanced at the screen. He locked eyes with her. "Do you want to see a real show?"

"Right now?" Willow hesitated, her gaze darting toward the surgical wing. "What about my mom?"

"She's fine. I just spoke with Dr. Zane; her vitals are perfect. And we don't even have to leave the hospital. We're going to the roof."

"Really?" If Martha was safe, she had zero reason to say no.

"Trust me."

Silas placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her out the door. The entire path to the roof had been mysteriously cleared by hospital staff, a silent testament to the insane amount of power he yielded with a single phone call.

The second they stepped onto the rooftop, a brutal gust of winter wind slammed into them. Willow shuddered violently. A second later, heavy, expensive wool draped over her shoulders. The coat was drowning in his lingering body heat, carrying the dark, intoxicating scent of his sandalwood cologne.

Her face flushed scarlet. "Mr. Thorne, you really don't have to—"

"Keep it on. There's no one else out here. You don't have to pretend you aren't freezing." His voice was a low, commanding rumble against the biting wind, completely wrapping around her and making her feel terrifyingly safe. "Ready?"

Willow knew he meant the fireworks. She nodded.

Silas lifted his phone, speaking a single, quiet word into the receiver.

Instantly, the entire skyline ignited.

Her heart rate skyrocketed into dangerous territory. Terrified that if she stayed this close to him she would do something completely reckless, she took a hasty step back.

But her legs were trembling, and the rooftop was dark. Her heel caught on a thick electrical cable, and she pitched backward.

Before panic could even register, a massive hand shot out, clamping around her waist. With a sharp pull, she was hauled directly into a hard, muscular chest.

His heat swallowed her whole. His arm was a steel band locking her against him, his hand splayed wide across her back. "Careful," he murmured, his breath hot against her temple.

Willow was completely paralyzed. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming. It took her several agonizing seconds to finally regain control of her limbs and push gently out of his grip. She frantically tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."

The moment her soft curves and intoxicating vanilla scent left him, Silas felt a vicious stab of withdrawal. He casually rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, memorizing the ghost of her touch. Noticing her frantic, panicked breathing, he smoothly reassured her. "Relax. We're completely alone up here."

There was no need to panic. And more importantly, there was absolutely zero chance of that pathetic bastard husband of hers showing up to ruin the moment.