Chapter 71

Calliope froze for a moment when she saw Silas. She hadn't expected to see him here, and for a brief second, she felt a pang of guilt.

"Is he harassing you?" Silas approached.

"No, it's nothing," Calliope replied instinctively.

Silas glanced at Gideon, who suddenly realized how ridiculous he looked holding a mop. He dropped it and steadied himself against the wall, moving toward Calliope.

Just as Gideon was about to get close, Silas swiftly pulled Calliope into his arms. His eyes were icy as he stared at the apologetic Gideon.

"It's too late for regrets. She's mine now," he declared with a commanding presence.

When Laird arrived, he saw Silas brimming with a fierce aura while Gideon was still trying to reach Calliope.

Sensing that Silas might act, Calliope was holding onto him. "Silas, sorry, Gideon's drunk!"

hurriedly supported Gideon, looking up and apologizing to Silas. "He's just spouting nonsense. I'll take

visibly uneasy. "Gideon, let's

Uncle Silas, why don't you ask her who she really

"Calliope, I know you're just using my uncle to get back at me.

far you can push this. If you keep this up, I'll really get mad! And if I get mad, I won't want you anymore! Calliope, you should know when to stop! While I'm still patient, come back to me, and I'll

Laird forcefully pulled

threatened, perhaps because of the family shares. He used to be indifferent no matter how

in thought watching Gideon, she didn't notice Silas gazing at her intently. His deep eyes held

still thinking about him? Gideon wasn't wrong; she had loved him for so many years. How could

feelings for Gideon and just had

was his now, and he wouldn't let her

cold voice, tinged with

from Silas's embrace. Whenever she looked at

help but

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