Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 563

The warm sunlight spilled across Willow's profile, highlighting the delicate curve of her jawline. Her long eyelashes cast faint, sweeping shadows over her cheeks, making her look impossibly gentle.

Silas stared down at her focused expression, the deep affection in his eyes practically overflowing. In that instant, all the gloom, frustration, and dark anxiety that had built up inside him dissolved into nothingness.

She did care about him.

"Does it still hurt?"

Her soft voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality.

Silas blinked, his gaze remaining firmly locked onto her face. He shook his head slowly. "Not anymore."

"Are you sure?" Willow glanced up at him, still not completely convinced. "Maybe we should head to the hospital just in case? Or I could call a private doctor over?"

"Oh, and you need to avoid getting it wet for the next few days. Don't bump it against anything, and try to eat clean."

Willow meticulously listed out all the precautions, but Silas wasn't listening. His entire focus was captivated by her face. He just nodded blindly to whatever she asked, distracted and giving noncommittal answers.

Noticing his distraction, Willow paused her bandaging and frowned slightly. "What is it?" she pressed gently. "Did I hurt you? Or did I say something wrong? You keep zoning out. What's on your mind?"

The moment the words left her mouth.

The man who had always kept his distance, who had always maintained an iron grip on his self-control, could no longer hold back the surging tide of his desires.

He didn't answer her. Throwing his restraint to the wind, he leaned forward, slipping his hand to the back of her neck. He tilted his head and pressed his lips firmly yet reverently against her forehead.

She wanted to ask him how he truly felt. What did this mean? What about that person he had mentioned liking before? If he had someone else in his heart, why was he kissing her now?

Her lips parted, ready to speak—

"Willow, could you come here for a second?" Martha's gentle voice floated down from the second floor, instantly shattering the thick, sensual tension in the room. "I need to talk to you about something."

The questions died in Willow's throat.

The electric atmosphere between them evaporated under the sudden interruption.

Willow glanced at him, her cheeks still flushed a furious crimson. She pointed toward the bedroom hallway. "I should go check on her."