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.

he opened the door, he bumped

"Ah!" Rose gasped.

so her body rocked with the force and fell

drunk, his speed was still

and pushed her back

met as their bodies

that he'd

Silas still hadn't gotten over that until

want

looked anxious. She

me?" Silas was usually a

he'd been holding back tonight, were finally blurted out. "Don't

other already? Or

fingers curled slightly on Silas' chest as she tried to calm herself

second son in the Taylor family, Lyse's second

are you ignoring me?"

to." Rose's eyes