Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 407

Silas didn't explicitly name Julian Sinclair. He didn't want the staff catching wind of her past with the Sinclair heir and sparking nasty rumors that could damage her reputation.

"No, nothing like that," Arthur clarified, having seen no sign of the ex-husband downstairs. "I just think she might be dealing with some personal stress. She just seems unhappy."

Arthur kept it vague, desperately hoping his boss would read between the lines and reach out to Willow himself.

But Silas's mind was locked in a completely different spiral. He was still convinced that keeping his distance was the only way to avoid suffocating her.

"Maybe you should give her a call and ask?" Arthur finally suggested, emboldened by the long silence on the line.

Silas rejected the idea instantly. "No. She wouldn't want me prying." He added a swift, harsh command, "And do not breathe a word to her that I was checking up on her."

"Uh, yes sir," Arthur agreed instantly, though he was deeply bewildered by the self-sabotage.

"So, Mr. Thorne... when will you be returning to New York?" Arthur asked before wrapping up the call.

"We'll see. There are still a few matters here that need my attention," Silas replied evasively.

The brutal truth was that he had no idea when he was flying back. He was simply waiting to see how long he could survive the agonizing withdrawal before he cracked and rushed back to her.

After hanging up, Silas didn't go to bed. He sat in the darkness of the hotel study for hours.

This had been his routine for days—staring at the walls until at least 2:00 AM. Because of the sheer distance between them, he was consumed by a quiet terror that if she had an emergency, he wouldn't be able to reach her in time. He refused to sleep early, and even when he finally passed out, his phone remained on loud, inches from his head, just in case she needed him.

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