Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 332

"You think I'm good-looking?"

Willow nodded without hesitation. "Of course. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that before."

She had indeed said it before, but Silas just wanted the satisfaction of hearing the words leave her lips again.

"What about you? Did you have a nickname?" Silas asked.

Willow thought for a moment. "Strictly speaking, no. But my closest friends usually just call me Willow."

Silas nodded, eager to hear more. "What were you like as a kid? Just as beautiful as you are now?"

Willow shook her head. "I wasn't pretty at all."

"I don't believe that." Silas's gaze drifted from her eyes down to her lips. He found it impossible to imagine that someone with such stunning features could have ever been anything less than gorgeous.

"We were poor when I was growing up. I rarely spoke at school, so no one ever called me pretty." Willow slipped into her memories. If she had to pinpoint when she first realized she was attractive, it was probably in middle school.

Once she hit her teens, the boys started paying attention. Crowds of them would linger outside her classroom just to catch a glimpse of her. But that same attention made her the target of relentless bullying from the other girls for three solid years.

That isolation was exactly why she had been so naive and trusting when she first met Julian Sinclair, diving headfirst into that relationship without a second thought.

"They were just blind," Silas said, his brow furrowing. He looked at her with intense sincerity. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Willow laughed. "Then you definitely didn't see me back in Seattle when I was a heavyweight."

"I did see you," Silas insisted stubbornly. "And I didn't see any difference between then and now. You looked just as stunning."

The walkway was crowded with people. Silas instinctively kept Willow on the inside of the path, using his own body as a shield to ensure no one bumped into her.

After walking for a bit, a sudden gust of wind swept off the bay. The temperature dropped, carrying a brisk chill. Before Willow could even mention it, Silas shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"You don't have to do that. I'm not cold," Willow said, trying to hand it back.

Silas refused to take it. "Wear it anyway. The wind is sharp this time of year. If we aren't careful, you'll wake up with a cold tomorrow."

"But if you give me your jacket, what about you?"

"Between the two of us, who do you think is more likely to catch a cold?"

"Fair enough." Willow decided not to argue. When it came to physical fitness, Silas clearly had the upper hand.