Can’t Win Me Back

Silas was retching by the restroom basin, heaving all the tequila he'd drunk out from his stomach.

His alcohol tolerance was the lowest among his siblings. Usually, he could barely manage a sip of

tequila.

Yet even after Silas had retched everything out, his mind was still heavy and throat burning as if

doused with acid.

"Look at yourself, Silas... Why are you still so worked up over her? She clearly doesn't care about you

at all," he mumbled to himself.

Silas splashed his face with some cold water and combed his fringe back with his hands. Even in such

a dire state, he was still remarkably handsome.

"I really am working myself up too much over this." Silas gently massaged his temples, unable to stop

feeling frustrated.

door, he bumped

"Ah!" Rose gasped.

had worn high heels that night, so her body rocked with the force and

drunk, his speed was still exceptional. He

Rose and pushed her back up

bodies pressed closed against one another,

quickened. He recalled the deep kiss that he'd

still hadn't gotten over that until

now, he didn't want to let go

looked anxious. She instinctively

usually a straightforward man.

which he'd been holding back tonight,

already? Or are you

slightly on Silas' chest

second son in the

why are you

to."