Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 358

Willow and Jade hadn't seen each other in a few days, so the moment they met up, the conversation flowed endlessly.

Their first stop was the hospital to visit Martha Mercer. Her stem cell transplant was a success, and she was recovering beautifully in the sterile ward. Assuming her numbers remained stable, she'd be cleared to leave the isolation room soon.

After leaving the hospital, they headed straight to Crimson Hearth, chatting animatedly over the bubbling broth.

Willow filled Jade in on everything that happened in Seattle. Naturally, she conveniently omitted the part where she went to Silas's house—and the kiss they shared. She knew Jade would lose her mind and blow it entirely out of proportion if she found out.

But even without the juicy details, the edited version of the trip was more than enough to leave Jade utterly shell-shocked.

"Are you seriously telling me Silas Thorne personally flew out with you, and he used his Gulfstream G650ER?"

Willow quickly corrected her. "He didn't fly out specifically to accompany me. He was just heading back home."

Jade wasn't buying it for a second. "He's the CEO of Merit. He can go home literally whenever he wants. You really think it's a coincidence he chose the exact time you were traveling? Please. Do you honestly think billionaires have to rigorously schedule their PTO like the rest of us slaving away in the trenches?"

"You're half right." While it was true Silas wasn't bound by strict corporate policies, Willow knew he was a relentless workaholic. He wasn't the type to drop a massive workload on a whim.

Because of that, she still believed he hadn't made the trip entirely for her sake.

"Half right, my ass," Jade said, ignoring Willow's vague deflection. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I have never been on a private jet in my entire life. Spill. What was it like? Was it insanely luxurious? I heard billionaire jets are basically flying five-star hotels with everything you could ever imagine on board."

Willow thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." Silas's jet was, in fact, devastatingly opulent.

"He didn't really say much at the time."

Utterly floored, Jade threw her hands up. "He spoils you completely rotten. The fact that he actually accommodated that is insane."

Willow was used to Jade's dramatic exaggerations, but her words made her realize that she might have genuinely pushed the boundary. "You think it was too much, right? I'll definitely be more mindful next time."

"No! God, no! Don't let me get in your head. Keep doing exactly what you're doing. The way you two interact is perfect," Jade quickly backpedaled. While their dynamic was a slow burn and slightly unconventional, Jade wasn't the one living it.

They had their own rhythm. If one was willing to ask and the other was endlessly eager to provide, they were a match made in heaven.

Jade understood Willow perfectly. After enduring years of emotional abuse from a controlling scoundrel like Julian, Willow naturally had lingering trauma and defensive walls. Jade didn't know Silas well, but based on Willow's stories, the man clearly adored her. Whether it was out of deep respect or raw affection, one thing was undeniable: Silas gave Willow absolute, unconditional freedom.