Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 231

Jocelyn Thorne had always been like this. Pampered by her father her whole life, she retained a carefree, almost childlike disposition despite her age. She was especially invested when it came to her son's marital status.

Back when Silas was in Seattle, she loved to fish for gossip, calling every other day to ask if there was any progress. But back then, Silas Thorne hadn't formally met Willow Horgan yet and had closed his heart off to love, leaving his mother with no opening to exploit.

Now that she had finally caught a scent of something, she wasn't about to let it go.

Listening to her chatter, Silas pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation. It wasn't that he didn't want things to progress, but some matters were simply out of his control.

Worried that Willow might overhear, he glanced up at her. Seeing that her attention was entirely focused on her phone and she wasn't paying him any mind, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, don't overthink this. It's not what you think."

"I get it," Jocelyn said, a sudden spark of inspiration hitting her. "You haven't won her over yet, right? Or maybe the girl isn't interested? Is someone else competing with you?"

"I understand all of that. After all, a stunning beauty like her is bound to have plenty of suitors. You just need to work a little harder. I'm rooting for you!"

Silas knew arguing with her was pointless; nothing would change her mind. He decided to cut to the chase. "If there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up. I have things to take care of."

"Yes, yes, go take care of it. You can't just leave a girl hanging," Jocelyn said, sounding even more invested than he was. "But before you hang up, I have one more question. What's that mystery beauty's last name?"

Silas had no idea what she was plotting, but he knew his mother's personality well. If she had a question, she would dig until she hit the bottom. It was better to just give her the answer upfront to save himself the endless harassment.

"Her last name is Horgan."

Willow had expected some polite pleasantries about wishing him a 'Happy New Year.' She certainly hadn't anticipated him blurting that out. For a moment, she was completely at a loss for how to respond.

Willow wasn't one to pry into other people's private lives, especially when that person was her boss. She chose not to push the topic, simply giving a polite nod to acknowledge she'd heard him.

But Silas pressed the issue. "What do you think?"

"That really depends on you," Willow said diplomatically, confused as to why he was even asking for her opinion on this.

"Me," Silas murmured, falling silent for a moment. "I'm thirty-four this year."