Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 525

Her voice was naturally soft and sweet. Lowering her tone on purpose, her words ended in a fragile, breathy whisper that brushed against his heart like a feather. The tenderness of it was intoxicating.

Silas shifted his gaze, deliberately avoiding her clear eyes to hide his softening resolve. His voice remained flat. "No."

But as Willow looked at him, she knew exactly what he was doing. He was saying one thing and meaning another. Though, to be fair, he didn't look entirely angry.

Back when she tried to communicate with Julian, she had grown entirely too used to what his anger looked like. It was always a display of raw hostility and glaring eyes, a naked impatience and disgust swirling in his gaze, as if he wished she would disappear on the spot. He had always made her feel like even breathing in his presence was a burden.

But Silas wasn't like that.

He didn't offer a cold scolding, nor did he use his gaze to pressure her. His features were simply composed, carrying a quiet, solemn aura. Like a sudden cool evening breeze through the mountains, it didn't hurt, but it made one thing perfectly clear—he was unhappy.

Willow lowered her gaze, her long, thick lashes trembling slightly, feeling a wave of uncertainty.

Her world had always been simple, and her romantic experience was painfully limited. She had rarely encountered a situation like this, so she had no idea how to handle it. Racking her brain, she could only think of how Silas had comforted her in similar situations.

So, she decided to take a page out of his playbook. After all, every time Silas did these things for her, her mood always improved.

Willow glanced at the soup bowl sitting beside him. Reaching over, she gently ladled a serving and offered it to him.

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