A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 134

His actions were so natural and affectionate that she couldn't help but feel her cheeks heating up and her heart racing like a wild horse. She looked down, pretending to be engrossed in her slice of cheesecake. When she finished the last bite, the car had pulled up at the Baker family.

Coincidentally, Gideon and Yvette had just arrived, too. Gideon stepped out of the car, intending to open the door for Yvette, but paused when he saw Silas's car pull up. He was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected Silas and Calliope to show up as well.

His gaze instinctively landed on the car. Silas was the first to step out, his long legs unfolding gracefully. He walked around to the other side and bent down to open the door.

When Calliope stepped out, Silas instinctively placed a hand above her head to prevent her from bumping

it.

While watching Silas's considerate gesture, Gideon's eyes narrowed slightly.

Calliope exited the car and exchanged a look with Silas, her cheeks rosy, eyes sparkling like stars. Gideon stared, realizing he had never seen her like this before. She seemed to have blossomed overnight, radiating a newfound femininity and brilliance. She was like a little sun, impossible to look away from.

The two were engrossed in conversation, leaning close and occasionally sharing a soft laugh.

didn't exist to her at that moment. Unable

gave him a brief nod, maintaining an air of aloofness that made Gideon uneasy. It didn't bother him in the past, but in

Gideon asked, his eyes flicking to

"Eamon mentioned you were

to discuss your marriage to Yvette today and wanted us,

for the discussion," Silas replied

he gently placed a hand on Calliope's waist, guiding

them walk away, eyes lingering on Calliope's slender

frustration in his chest made it

on her own. She saw his clenched fists and

but bit

relaxed her jaw and walked over, slipping

bit nervous. Do you think

your grandfather? I've heard he can be

voice was soft, with the vulnerability that instinctively made one want

en