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.

opened the door, he bumped right

"Ah!" Rose gasped.

so her body rocked

Silas was still somewhat drunk, his speed was

Rose and pushed her back up

bodies pressed closed against one

recalled the deep kiss that he'd had with Rose,

gotten over

he didn't want

looked anxious. She instinctively pressed a hand on

me?" Silas was usually

words, which he'd been holding

Or are you just

curled slightly on Silas' chest as she

she could. "You're the second son in the Taylor

why are you ignoring

to." Rose's eyes