Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 635

Silas moved quietly, shutting the bedroom door tight to keep the draft out. He pulled the warm container from the bag and handed it to her, his voice a low, comforting hum. "I got it. Eat it while it's hot."

But the agonizing craving that had kept Willow tossing and turning an hour ago had completely vanished.

She stared down at the steaming cherry pie, her stomach churning slightly. She bit her lip, a heavy wave of guilt crushing her chest. "...I don't think I want it anymore."

Any other man would have snapped. Driving across the city at 2 AM only to be rejected would spark rage in almost anyone. But Silas didn't even flinch. His expression remained incredibly soft.

He didn't demand an explanation. He simply took the container from her hands, set it on the nightstand, and sat back on the edge of the bed. He stroked her hair gently. "That's fine. You don't have to eat it. What else sounds good? Is there anything you want to drink? Tell me, and I'll go get it. Even if it's in another state, I'll find it."

The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across his face, stripping away the ruthless billionaire persona and leaving only a deeply devoted husband.

Willow looked up at him, catching the faint shadows of exhaustion beneath his eyes. Her throat tightened, and tears welled up instantly. "I don't want anything. I just want you to hold me."

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