Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 313

"You also need to tell me what kind of family dynamic she prefers so we can rehearse! I don't want anyone saying the wrong thing and scaring her away."

"And one more thing—"

"Mom, you're the one who's going to scare her away," Silas interrupted.

He knew Willow's personality perfectly. She was humble, polite, and deeply mindful of boundaries. If she walked into an ambush of overwhelming enthusiasm, she would absolutely panic.

Besides, even if he did invite her, it would be strictly as a friend. There was no need to treat this like an official introduction to her future in-laws. That would only terrify her.

"Just host her like a normal guest. Please, do not go overboard," Silas warned.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Just figure out a time with her and let me know. I'll handle the rest."

She said she understood, but Silas knew full well his mother hadn't absorbed a single word. And since she ruled the household and his father indulged her every whim, all he could do was pray it wouldn't be a total disaster.

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Vivienne froze. She never imagined that look would ever be directed at her, let alone this soon, and without any warning. A chilling wave of fear washed over her—fear of him, and fear for her future. If he was already this impatient with her, what hope did she have?

Tears immediately welled in her eyes, but unlike her usual fragile act, this time she layered it with indignation and a desperate grit. "Do you think I'm just throwing a tantrum? Because I'm not. You seem to forget I just spent hours crammed in an economy seat. I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, and I was carsick the whole way here. Even if you don't care about me personally, as my boss, you should at least let me grab a bite and catch my breath before demanding a presentation."

Julian hesitated, momentarily caught off guard. He genuinely hadn't considered any of that. But the hesitation was fleeting, and the underlying impatience in his gaze didn't waver. "Fine. Go eat. Meet me back in the conference room in an hour."

Vivienne had hoped her outburst would earn her a sliver of sympathy, maybe even a pass on tonight's rehearsal. Clearly, it hadn't. Her face flushed with silent fury.