Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 593

Willow could feel the sheer depth of his concern. Her heart softened, accompanied by a bittersweet ache. She patted his back gently, offering a silent promise. "Don't be afraid. I was fully prepared. If it came down to it, I would have taken her down with me. I wasn't going to let anyone walk all over me."

"Don't ever say that," Silas demanded, abruptly releasing his hold to look at her. A cold, stern layer settled over his features.

He had never spoken to her with such severity.

His usual gentleness vanished, replaced by a stubborn, unyielding intensity. "I never want to hear you talk about taking someone down with you or putting yourself in danger again."

"And from now on, no matter what happens, you tell me first. Not just things like today. Everything about you—your struggles, your secrets, your problems—I want to know all of it. You don't hide a single thing from me."

His words were absolute, echoing with a fierce, burning possessiveness and deep devotion.

Willow stared at his handsome face, entirely overwhelmed by the weight of his declaration. The tips of her ears flushed a subtle pink.

She wasn't oblivious; she knew exactly what he was implying.

The memory of their kiss from a few days ago suddenly rushed back—the kiss she hadn't dared to bring up, yet hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Looking up at him, her voice was soft and laced with careful hesitation. "Silas, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything," he answered without a second thought. He would answer a thousand questions if she asked.

Willow's fingers curled inward as her heartbeat picked up speed. Meeting his profound gaze, she asked softly, "Why... are you so good to me?"

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