Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 624

The date to sign their marriage papers was set shortly after. They decided to get their marriage license in Seattle, and given Silas's immense influence in the city, the entire bureaucratic process was handled flawlessly and in record time.

As they walked out of the courthouse, Silas’s long fingers gently covered Willow’s hand, which was gripping their marriage certificate. "Darling," he said, his voice a low, magnetic hum. "Give me your copy."

Willow blinked, looking up at him in confusion. "Why? We each get one. Don't you have yours?"

She traced her thumb over the crisp, official document, a bright, beautiful smile lighting up her face. Silas was utterly captivated by her.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and stole a quick kiss. He looked her in the eyes, his expression completely unguarded. "I want to keep it with me. It makes me feel secure. I've waited for this day for so long, and I finally made you mine. For the rest of my life, I want to guard this with everything I have. I'm never letting you go."

The world saw him as a ruthless, untouchable corporate predator, a billionaire who orchestrated global markets without breaking a sweat. But no one knew that when it came to Willow, he harbored a quiet, fragile insecurity.

He was terrified that this hard-won happiness was just a dream, that the most precious person in his world could slip through his fingers. Holding both certificates was the only way he felt truly anchored.

Recognizing the raw vulnerability in his eyes, Willow’s heart melted. A profound wave of love washed over her. Without another second of hesitation, she handed him the paper, smiling softly. "Okay. You can keep them safe."

Silas exhaled a quiet breath of relief. He carefully folded both certificates and tucked them into the inner breast pocket of his tailored suit, pressing them directly against his heart, guarding them like priceless artifacts.

In the next second, he wrapped his arm around Willow’s waist, hauling her flush against his chest.

The cool Seattle breeze played with their hair as he dipped his head, pressing a string of soft, lingering kisses across her eyelids and the corner of her mouth. Instinctively, a single word slipped past his lips. "Wife."

Silas never forced her, but his patience when it came to seduction was legendary. He continued to pepper soft, drugging kisses across her forehead, relentlessly chipping away at her defenses. "Say it for me. Please? Just once. I really want to hear it."

The onslaught of warmth and affection made Willow’s knees weak. Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs.

Finally, unable to withstand his gentle pressure any longer, a tiny, impossibly soft whisper escaped her lips. "Husband."

The word was sweet and breathless, floating lightly into the air, but the impact it had on Silas was catastrophic.

He froze completely. The dark intensity in his eyes flared into a raging inferno as he stared down at the woman in his arms, entirely paralyzed by the sheer force of his own emotions.