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.

cause trouble. I have no peace. I don't deserve

a piece of

plenty of reasons why you might feel this way about me, and perhaps one of them is because your emotions stem from a desire to protect

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

was just a glimpse, a mere

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

her prestigious Emerson name, Rose felt adrift, a life without roots. She could never

to Silas' good qualities or the depth

a future where Silas' feelings waned or a

heartbreak, she would

your background for

what, Rose? It doesn't change a thing. I see you, all of you. And I still want

composure. "Silas, is this some kind

wanted to know the real you!" Silas panicked and

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