Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 341

What on earth could be so important that he dropped all his work?

On the other side of the cafe, Willow Horgan received a text from Silas Thorne. She shook her head apologetically at Leo Yardley. "We can't change the time. He's already on his way."

Leo finally let the matter go. Thankfully, he wasn't the type to wallow in disappointment; he excelled at finding solutions to problems. He used the brief wait to ask Willow about Merit Biotech's current operations and future direction, quickly forming a clear picture in his mind.

Seattle's downtown wasn't overly large, and with traffic light at this hour, Silas arrived in no time.

At first glance, Leo was absolutely stunned. The man was insanely good-looking. He had heard the rumors, but seeing him in person carried a massive, intimidating weight.

Silas wore a sharply tailored dark gray suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean, towering frame, exuding a deeply commanding presence. Gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, the cool glint of the lenses masking the emotions in his eyes. From a distance, he perfectly matched his reputation—aloof, indifferent, and ruthlessly cold.

However, that freezing gaze shifted the second it landed on them. The icy depths of his eyes quietly melted into a pool of warmth, completely shedding his previous hostility.

Naturally, this transformation wasn't for Leo. It was entirely for the woman sitting across from him. Leo hadn't realized his former boss and Mr. Thorne were on such good terms.

Leo and Willow both stood to greet him, but Silas's eyes remained fixed on Willow. While he was polite and amicable enough toward Leo, the difference in his demeanor was stark.

He pulled out the chair directly next to Willow and took a seat with effortless familiarity.

"Mr. Thorne, it's a pleasure to meet you," Leo quickly offered.

It was something she enjoyed, and he wanted to experience it too.

As they spoke, Leo watched from the sidelines. Their tone was normal, entirely devoid of forced intimacy. It was just a simple back-and-forth, yet the atmosphere between them felt inexplicably perfect. Their rhythm was so steady and attuned that it seemed they had synchronized it a thousand times before. There was no room for anyone else to interrupt.

And the way Silas looked at Willow was difficult to describe. His gaze was quiet—not blazing or overtly possessive, just anchored by a profound, underlying tenderness.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Leo wouldn't have believed it. Was this really the legendary Hell's Reaper? It was a complete departure from the rumors.

He had harbored a sliver of doubt about Willow's earlier claims, but now, he didn't need to question a thing. No wonder she said Silas was actually a good guy.