Silas tightened his arms around her as he spoke as if fearing she might escape him.

A warm blush crept up Rose's chest, a pleasant tingle settling in her heart. Her voice dipped to a playful whisper, more of a tease than a scold. "Well, at least you know you're being sneaky."

"Rosie." Silas couldn't tear his gaze away. A captivating blush painted Rose's pale face as he murmured, "Well, you're just as cunning. You're the sneak who's stolen my heart."

Rose found herself at a loss for words.

She remembered listening to Alyssa chatter about her family and Silas. He had such a handsome face. Yet, he was so dense and cheesy that it raised concerns for him.

It seemed Alyssa was right.

Silas noticed her sudden silence and fell into a surge of panic. He turned her to face him. "Are you still upset with me?"

"Silas Taylor."

Silas' panic intensified at the sound of Rose addressing him by his full name. Unconsciously, he swallowed hard.

I am a disgrace. Even the Emersons would come to me and cause trouble. I have no peace. I don't deserve you. It'll only be harder for you if you

as though she was tearing a piece of her heart away with each

feel this way about me, and perhaps one of them is because your emotions stem from

I see—love is fleeting and nothing but trouble. You come from a good place, and even if

marked. Today was just a glimpse,

Rose harbored a wellspring of bitterness and insecurity. Her extravagant creations were a carefully crafted facade, a shield to deflect from the

without roots. She could

or the depth of his love, a relentless sense

where Silas' feelings waned or a future where

heartbreak, she would rather not start it

your background for quite

stung, but he pressed on, "So what, Rose? It doesn't change a thing. I see you,

shattering her composure. "Silas, is this some kind of prosecutorial harassment? You've investigated

you!"

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