Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 593

Willow could feel the sheer depth of his concern. Her heart softened, accompanied by a bittersweet ache. She patted his back gently, offering a silent promise. "Don't be afraid. I was fully prepared. If it came down to it, I would have taken her down with me. I wasn't going to let anyone walk all over me."

"Don't ever say that," Silas demanded, abruptly releasing his hold to look at her. A cold, stern layer settled over his features.

He had never spoken to her with such severity.

His usual gentleness vanished, replaced by a stubborn, unyielding intensity. "I never want to hear you talk about taking someone down with you or putting yourself in danger again."

"And from now on, no matter what happens, you tell me first. Not just things like today. Everything about you—your struggles, your secrets, your problems—I want to know all of it. You don't hide a single thing from me."

His words were absolute, echoing with a fierce, burning possessiveness and deep devotion.

Willow stared at his handsome face, entirely overwhelmed by the weight of his declaration. The tips of her ears flushed a subtle pink.

She wasn't oblivious; she knew exactly what he was implying.

The memory of their kiss from a few days ago suddenly rushed back—the kiss she hadn't dared to bring up, yet hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Looking up at him, her voice was soft and laced with careful hesitation. "Silas, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything," he answered without a second thought. He would answer a thousand questions if she asked.

Willow's fingers curled inward as her heartbeat picked up speed. Meeting his profound gaze, she asked softly, "Why... are you so good to me?"

"When a man drops all his boundaries and principles for a woman, when he protects her, cares for her, and accepts every part of her. When he wants to lay the best of what the world has to offer at her feet. Why do you think that is?"

It was the first time Silas had stripped away all his armor, casting aside his status, his reservations, and the past, to lay his heart bare in such a raw, burning confession.

Willow stiffened, her mind blanking completely. Soon, instinct overrode all logic. She held her breath, her eyelashes trembling, and spoke in a voice as light as a feather. "You... you like me?"

Their eyes locked. The car was dead silent.

The intensity in Silas's eyes melted into pure tenderness. He took her delicate hand, lowered his head, and pressed a reverent, solemn kiss to her knuckles.

"No. I love you."