Chapter 1843

Nicola couldn't believe that Silas had just demanded her to kiss him. Her blood ran cold, and her body stiffened. She did not want to kiss Silas. Instinctively, she turned her face away, deliberately keeping her distance from his lips. Once, as a young woman in love, she had secretly adored this man so much. Even the slightest touch from him had made her happy for days. She had longed for his kiss. Once, she had gotten something in her eye, and he had helped her remove it. They were so close that her eyelashes had brushed his cheek. Her heart had pounded so hard, barely containing her hidden love. She had loved him so deeply back then. She had even been bold enough to steal a kiss while he slept. Her heart had raced then, and she had fled like a thief. But now, she was unfazed by his presence. She only wanted to draw a clear line between them, never to cross it again. Although Nicola remained silent, her expression told Silas exactly how much she rejected him. Silas laughed