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

let's go. You've upset

why don't you ask her who

you're just using my uncle to get back at me. You're

no matter how I treated you, you kept coming back. There's no way you just stopped loving me. But Calliope, there's a limit to how far you can push this. If you keep this up, I'll really get mad! And if I get mad,

this nonsense, Gideon!" Laird

perhaps because of the family shares. He used to be indifferent no matter how hard she tried, but now, in his drunken state, he wanted

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

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

she still had feelings for Gideon and just

care. She was his now, and

voice, tinged with jealousy, came from

hurriedly stepped away from Silas's

help but be

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