Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 254

"G-give it to me?"

"Yeah, g-give it to you," Silas teased, playfully mimicking her stutter.

Willow felt her cheeks heat up, assuming he was pulling her leg. "Mr. Thorne, please don't joke around."

Silas held her gaze. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

But she really couldn't accept something like that.

Even if the car were free, she could never afford the insurance, maintenance, or premium gas for a vehicle of that caliber.

Willow looked at him helplessly. "Mr. Thorne..."

Seeing her distressed expression, Silas finally let her off the hook. "Alright, I'm just teasing you."

With that, he led her toward the private elevator, acting as though it had all been a passing joke.

But deep down, he knew it wasn't a joke at all. He had just used humor to disguise the sincerity of his offer.

He wanted to buy her cars, buy her houses, shower her with luxury and gifts. Yet he was acutely aware that he possessed zero right or standing to do so.

The elevator opened directly into his penthouse. The multi-level residence was stunning.

It featured limestone accents, floor-to-ceiling panoramic glass, and a sprawling terrace boasting a manicured lawn and a reflecting pool. The interior design was sharp and clean, filled with dark, custom furniture and ambient lighting. It felt cavernous yet unapologetically aristocratic.

As they walked in, he turned to her. "What would you like to drink?"

"Just water is fine."

Setting aside the fact that he was her boss—even just looking at the man himself, Willow found it impossible to believe. He was born with a silver spoon, raised in the lap of absolute luxury. The idea of Silas Thorne knowing his way around a kitchen was unfathomable.

"What? You don't believe me?" While speaking, Silas had already slipped an apron over his head. Surprisingly, he looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Even so, Willow couldn't let him wait on her. She tried to negotiate. "Why don't we just go out to eat? I saw a few nice restaurants on the drive over. They aren't far."

"We're already here. Let's just eat in. Saves us the hassle of running back out."

"Don't you have a housekeeper? We could ask her to help."

"No. I don't like strangers in my space. They only come in to clean when I'm at the office. Otherwise, they're never around."

Willow was out of options. Desperate, she threw out a final, terrible idea. "Then... how about I cook?"