Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 329

At the mention of the nickname, Jocelyn instantly lit up with endless stories. "Let me tell you, I forced the name Cy on him. At first, he absolutely refused to accept it. He thought it was way too cute and completely clashed with his serious personality."

Jocelyn fell into a fond reminiscence. "Whenever I called him by his nickname, he would keep his little face totally stoic, pretending he didn't hear me. It wasn't until I called him a few times in a row that he would slowly turn his head. He'd look so conflicted and put upon, like a little leopard cub being scuffed by the back of its neck—trying to look tough but utterly helpless."

Hearing this, an image of a handsome, deeply conflicted little boy instantly popped into Willow's mind. She figured even when he was pouting, he was probably the most adorable kid around. Without realizing it, a soft laugh escaped her.

"Pretty cute, right? He had so many moments like that. I'll have to tell you all about them eventually," Jocelyn promised.

"I'd love that." The thought of learning more about Silas's past brought a genuine smile to Willow's face.

They continued chatting warmly for a while longer until a staff member approached to announce that dinner was served.

The dining room was situated in the east wing, an expansive space with soaring ceilings. The massive dining table was crafted from dark, solid wood, its rich tone gleaming with a warm, polished patina cultivated over decades of care. Above them hung a vintage chandelier with frosted glass shades, casting a warm, inviting glow that illuminated the room perfectly without being harsh. The aesthetic flawlessly matched the understated elegance of the rest of the estate.

The spread on the table was incredibly diverse, every dish a masterpiece.

There were local coastal favorites like double-boiled chicken soup with fish maw and steamed coral trout, alongside classic New York City dishes like braised shark fin and savory meatballs.

Beatrice was the first to speak. "Willow, we weren't entirely sure of your preferences, so we prepared a bit of both. Please, have whatever you like and don't stand on ceremony."

Willow was deeply flattered. This was the first time she had ever visited someone's home and been treated with such extraordinary hospitality, to the point of accommodating entirely different regional palates.

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