Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 311

As his words fell, the smile on Silas's face stiffened. Even though he knew such interactions were inevitable in a professional setting, a flicker of jealousy still flared in his chest. "Try not to let other men into your room from now on."

Willow immediately understood what he meant. "Don't worry," she quickly clarified. "There's absolutely nothing going on between us."

But Silas held his ground. "If they aren't interested, it's a no. If they are interested, it's an absolute no."

Realizing he might have sounded a bit too intense, he softened his tone. "I'm not saying they're bad guys, but you need to be careful. It's just a matter of safety."

Hearing this, Willow felt a sudden, surreal warmth, like a daughter receiving advice from a protective father.

She had barely experienced any paternal love growing up, and the first man she had given her heart to was a scoundrel like Julian. No one had ever spoken to her with such protective care.

In many ways, when it came to the dynamics between men and women, she was as naive as a blank sheet of paper. Silas was the one filling in those gaps.

He had told her so much, taught her even more.

Putting his advice into immediate practice, Willow suggested, "In that case, I'll come over to your room in a bit."

Silas paused, surprised she had applied his rule to him so quickly. But he figured it was fine—at least she was listening.

Shortly after, Willow gathered her things and headed to Silas's room. Upon arriving, she realized he was staying in a massive presidential suite. Complete with a living room, dining area, study, and even a private gym, the space was sprawling.

Seeing the sheer size of the suite, any lingering awkwardness vanished.

Instead of diving straight into work, Silas ushered her toward a lavish afternoon tea spread provided by the hotel, featuring an endless array of pastries and fresh fruit.

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