Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 634

Silas stared at her flushed face, his eyes swirling with a predatory, scorching hunger that he was desperately trying to leash.

Of course he wanted to.

The woman he loved more than life itself was straddling him, soft and warm, and he was already hard to the point of aching.

But his iron-clad self-control clamped down on his desires. He knew the first trimester was delicate, and he refused to take even a fraction of a percent of a risk when it came to her safety.

Through sheer, agonizing willpower, he lifted a hand to stroke her hair, pulling her down just enough to press a chaste, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Be good. We can't. I won't risk it."

With careful, deliberate movements, he lifted her off his hips, settled her gently against the pillows, and pulled the duvet up to her chin. Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode into the master bathroom.

A second later, the sound of the icy shower hitting the tiles echoed through the room.

The next morning, after relentless sweet-talking, Silas finally caved and agreed to let her return to work. But he came with strict conditions: she had to remain in his line of sight at the office, and she had to commute with him every single day.

With that arrangement, their relationship was officially public. There was no hiding it anymore.

Silas didn't care. He wanted the whole world to know she was his.

Willow handled the attention with her usual grace. She didn't act like a VIP or demand special treatment. She remained the same grounded, hardworking professional she had always been.

The only difference was that any task requiring travel, networking, or the slightest bit of physical strain was ruthlessly intercepted by Silas and dumped onto Leo Yardley's desk.

Time slipped by smoothly, and Willow transitioned into her second trimester.

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