A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 158

"Mr. Myers wants to introduce you to the company staff. You should probably make an appearance, or how will anyone know you're the CEO's wife?"

Calliope nodded thoughtfully. "Oh."

She glanced over at Silas, who wore a serious expression.

There was an indescribable feeling in her heart. When she married Silas, she had prepared herself for all sorts of scenarios.

But she never imagined Silas would be so good to her.

She had thought that, with their marriage being more of an arrangement, he might be indifferent. She considered that they might part ways once the spotlight faded. She assumed their relationship would be more like strangers sharing a space, not this comfortable coexistence. But she hadn't expected him to be so... kind, kind enough that if she ever had to leave, she knew she'd find it incredibly hard to say goodbye. Calliope lowered her eyes. She knew Silas was only being kind because he was responsible. He didn't see their arranged marriage as a mere formality. He genuinely treated her as his wife.

It was touching, but she reminded herself to stay rational. She knew their relationship couldn't last forever. He had someone else in his heart, someone he truly cared about from his heart. If that person ever returned, Calliope knew she'd have to step aside.

"Thank you, Silas." Calliope turned to him, her voice earnest. "I know you're a good person, but it's okay if you don't do all this. If one day—"

"What?" Silas frowned.

it might be complicated." She looked at Silas sternly. She didn't want to take advantage of his kindness, and she also didn't want

she finished speaking, she saw Silas's face darken. His eyes held a hint of

silently and thought, 'Gosh, Mrs. Myers knows how to

like it? You want to separate?" Silas's voice

I meant. I mean,

shift in demeanor.

sure what she'd

wrong.

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best husband in the world! Thank you!" She quickly added, shooting Fagan a look. "Fagan, didn't you need my signature? Here, let

QUMS

grabbed the papers from Fagan and

aura of authority,

in the room lingered,