Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 328

Hearing her say that set Silas's mind somewhat at ease, and he stopped trying to intervene. Soon, Beatrice joined the conversation, clearly hitting it off with Willow just as well, and they chatted happily.

Silas remained standing close by, prompting Jocelyn to shoo him away. "Why are you hovering over us while we talk to Willow? You rarely come home. Go spend some time with your dad and grandpa."

Silas glanced at the two men sitting on the far sofa, sipping tea and reading the newspaper, and flatly refused. "No need. They don't require my company."

"Then go find something else to do," Jocelyn insisted, clearly wanting him out of the way so they could gossip in peace.

"I don't have anything else to do."

Seeing his stubbornness, Jocelyn cut straight to the chase. "What, are you worried about leaving her alone with your own mother and grandmother? We're not going to eat her. Run along."

Silas didn't react, but Willow felt a sudden wave of awkwardness. She murmured softly to him, "Maybe you should go take care of your own things."

Silas didn't budge. He looked at her closely. "Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?"

"I think so?" Willow looked at him, puzzled. "Isn't this your house? Didn't you bring me here? What exactly are you worried about?"

Silas was in a bind. He couldn't exactly tell Willow he was terrified Jocelyn would drop a bombshell question that Willow would be too polite to dodge. All he could do was instruct her, "If they ask anything you don't want to answer, just politely decline."

With that final warning, he reluctantly walked away.

She avoided using the options provided but also dropped the formal title, opting for a safe middle ground. "I think he is a very good person."

"Really? You don't find him too cold? His face is usually like a block of ice, he barely ever smiles," Jocelyn probed.

Recalling her very first encounter with Silas, Willow had to admit the description was remarkably accurate. A small smile tugged at her lips. "I suppose he can be a little bit."

"A little bit? He practically scowls permanently," Jocelyn complained playfully. "Ever since he was a little boy, he's been just like his father—an old soul, unsmiling, and a man of very few words."

After chatting for a while, Willow had a good read on Jocelyn's personality—genuine, straightforward, and clearly someone who had been fiercely protected and loved by her family. Willow enjoyed being around people like that, and without realizing it, she relaxed significantly. "Then how did he end up with such a cute nickname like Cy?"