Chapter 85

If Diana weren't Bethany's mother, Silas would have had someone hit her back just as hard. Alas, he was still thinking of Bethany's well-being, standing up for her without crossing the line. The sharpness he'd displayed in the private room gradually faded from his features, leaving behind a softness even he couldn't detect. He slowly crouched by the bed, his gaze settling quietly on her peaceful face. Bethany remained blissfully unaware, lost in a dream. At this moment, she licked her lips in her sleep. Silas' breathing grew heavier. He held his breath and leaned in slowly. Then, a brief, feather-light kiss landed on the corner of her slightly upturned lips before he pulled away. The soft warmth he felt carried her faint, sweet scent. Silas' lips curved as his burning gaze lingered on her sleeping face, something dark and turbulent stirring in his eyes. How long would it take before she willingly fell in love with him? … The next day, Bethany stretched lazily. Last nigh