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

"Ah!" Rose gasped.

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

his speed was still exceptional. He swiftly wrapped

her back up

as their bodies pressed closed against

He recalled the deep kiss that he'd had

still hadn't gotten over that until

he didn't want to let

looked anxious. She instinctively

you ignoring me?" Silas was usually a straightforward man.

been holding back tonight, were finally

already? Or are

slightly on Silas' chest as she

could. "You're the second son in

you

didn't bother to." Rose's