Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 374

Near the end of the meal, Willow stared at the last piece of chicken on her plate. She was completely full but felt terrible wasting it.

She raised her fork, fully intending to force it down, when Silas intervened. "If you're full, don't eat it. Give it to me."

Willow blinked, thinking he misunderstood. "This is from my plate. If you want more, there's plenty in the kitchen."

"I know." Silas didn't miss a beat. "You're full, aren't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he reached across the table, his large hand gently wrapping over hers, and guided her fork to deposit the leftover chicken onto his own plate. "You never have to force yourself around me. You can always pass your leftovers to me."

Before Willow could protest, he casually ate the piece of chicken. She pulled her hand back, her heart doing a strange little flip.

Silas ate with ruthless efficiency. He had spent the first half of the meal focused entirely on her—serving her soup, placing choice cuts of meat on her plate, ensuring she was catered to. When he finally focused on his own meal, he cleared his plate in minutes.

When it was time to clean up, Willow absolutely refused to let him do the dishes. Fortunately, the apartment had a dishwasher, so it was a simple matter of loading the plates.

Silas didn't fight her on it, instead leaning casually against the counter, watching her work. "Have you thought about moving?"

The question came out of nowhere, but since it was Silas, Willow answered honestly. "I have."

Living with Jade indefinitely wasn't a sustainable plan. Jade refused to take a dime for rent, which made Willow feel incredibly guilty. Plus, she knew Jade had cut work trips short just to check in on her.

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