Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 641

The press went absolutely feral, cameras flashing frantically. The contrast was legendary: the brilliant, history-making scientist on stage, and the notoriously ruthless billionaire in the front row, reduced to a doting father holding a baby in a tulle dress. The image went viral instantly, breaking the internet.

As the ceremony concluded, Willow took a final bow and stepped off the stage.

Before Silas could even stand up, Willow rushed over, leaning down to scoop her daughter out of his arms. "My sweet girl."

She nuzzled Sienna's warm, soft cheek, breathing in the sweet baby scent, and pressed a loud kiss to her face.

Sienna immediately recognized her mother and giggled wildly, wrapping her chubby little arms around Willow's neck and babbling happily.

Watching them, Silas felt his chest tighten with an overwhelming surge of love. The sight of Willow glowing with success, holding their child, was everything he had ever wanted.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Willow's temple. "You're my darling too."

Later that evening, after making a brief appearance at the VIP gala, Silas and Willow slipped away, returning to their private lakeside villa.

The house sat right on the edge of Lake Geneva, the cool, crisp breeze flowing through the open windows, carrying the scent of pine and fresh water.

The nanny took Sienna to the living room to play. After washing her hands, Willow smiled. "I'm going to go play with her for a bit. She's been dragged around all day, she must be exhausted."

She turned to walk away, but a strong, warm hand clamped down on her wrist.

Silas tugged, spinning her around and pulling her flush against his solid chest. His tall frame completely caged her in.

"Don't go yet," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly hum.

Willow looked up, confused but smiling. "Why? She needs to go to sleep soon."

"Let the nanny handle it." Silas didn't let go of her wrist. His dark eyes locked onto hers, holding a flicker of undeniable jealousy. "I need to talk to you."

Thinking it was a serious corporate matter or an issue with the trip, Willow nodded obediently. "Okay. What's wrong? I'm listening."

He led her into the master bedroom. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in absolute silence, save for their breathing.

Before Willow could say a word, Silas's arm snaked around her waist. In one fluid motion, he swept her off her feet, tossing her gently onto the plush mattress and immediately caging her beneath his body.

His mouth crashed down on hers—hungry, demanding, and intensely possessive.

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