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Silas's expression turned somber. "Why?"

"Okay, it's getting late. You should go. I'm really fine so you don't need to worry." Pearl gently pushed him, signaling that it was time for him to go. She was determined to maintain some distance.

Silas didn't want to force her, knowing that pursuing someone required patience. He bid her goodbye with a hint of sadness and left, taking the medicine with him.

As he walked past a trash can on the street, he tossed the bag inside, finding it to be a rather lame gesture.

That night, Pearl had a disturbing dream. She dreamt of Silas, his hands around her neck, his eyes bloodshot, and his body tense, attempting to harm her. In her dream, she was even forced into a marriage she didn't want.

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in shock, so seeing him now did little to improve her mood. "Okay, but I don't want

He then turned stylishly and extended his hand to her. "Miss Gorgeous, would you grace me with

trying those random techniques you pick up from who-knows-where on me," Pearl retorted,

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was off. "Admit to