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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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to the garage, a piece of toast in her mouth, and was surprised to find Silas there, looking unusually neat and cheerful with a smile she hadn't seen

to escort you to work," he

him now did little to improve her mood. "Okay, but I don't want to ride in your car

to this," Silas replied with a playful tone. He then turned stylishly

Pearl retorted, noticing his

his usual reaction, Silas maintained his bright

up early preparing for work, hadn't had a chance to check the news yet, so she simply replied,

it?"

the country, and people appear to be

admit it

suddenly realized something was off. "Admit to