Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 483

Willow wanted to say more, but Silas gently interrupted her. "Be good and get some sleep. I will handle everything. Just rest, and everything will be fine when you wake up."

Those words worked like magic, especially coming from him. The chaotic panic and lingering fear in Willow's heart were instantly soothed.

Her previously restless mind settled into a calm stillness. She nodded, stopped overthinking, and obediently closed her eyes, sinking into a peaceful silence.

He had it all under control.

He would solve it.

Willow was genuinely exhausted, and with the residual effects of the chemical incapacitation in her system, her eyelids grew heavier. A sweeping wave of drowsiness engulfed her, and she soon drifted off, her breathing turning soft and rhythmic.

Silas sat quietly by the bed, neither moving nor making a sound to disturb her. He simply watched her in absolute silence.

As the light shifted outside the window, he kept his gaze fixed on her peaceful sleeping face. His usually cold and sharp features softened completely, his eyes brimming with deep tenderness and an unspoken heartache as he silently stood guard over her.

An unknown amount of time passed before the phone beside him vibrated softly, breaking the quiet of the room.

Silas looked down and picked it up. It was a message from Arthur Vance, briefly informing him that they had a lead on the day's events.

He stood up slowly, his movements careful and deliberate, terrified of waking her.

Before walking out the door, he casually glanced at the time on his phone, suddenly realizing he had been sitting by her bed, completely immobile, for three solid hours.

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