Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 232

The moment the words left his mouth, a brief silence settled over them. Unsure of what he was getting at, Willow tentatively replied, "Then I suppose it's something worth considering."

To her surprise, Silas seemed incredibly sensitive to that. "Do you think I'm getting too old?"

"No, of course not." Willow felt entirely misunderstood. She was only agreeing with him! Besides, she honestly didn't see anything wrong with his age. Time hadn't left any harsh lines on his face; instead, it had granted him a profound sense of maturity and worldly experience. He was like a beautifully bound hardcover book—elegant on the outside and rich with depth and substance on the inside.

"You are the most sophisticated, charismatic, and principled man I've ever met."

Willow fired off three consecutive compliments. Hearing that, Silas felt his anxiety ease significantly. "You really mean that?"

"Of course," Willow assured him. "You know I never lie. I told you that on my first day of work."

"Hmm." Silas nodded, finally feeling somewhat satisfied. He vaguely recalled her saying something like that, though he had been too busy staring at her back then to really register the words.

"And compared to your husband?" he pushed further. He knew this wasn't the right time, nor did he have the right to ask, but it was as if a demon had possessed him. After hearing her praise him, he desperately wanted to know more.

"You're married to him. Aren't you worried he'll get mad if he hears you praising another man like this?"

"That's completely different." At the mention of Julian Sinclair, Willow's expression noticeably cooled. Given the current state of their relationship, Julian had no right to dictate who she complimented, let alone who she spent time with.

After all, he was the one who had already moved in with another woman, paraded his mistress around, and fathered a child with her.

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