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

"Ah!" Rose gasped.

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

his speed was still

and pushed her back up

eyes met as their bodies pressed closed

that he'd had with Rose, which

Silas still hadn't gotten over that

now, he didn't want

Rose looked anxious. She instinctively pressed a hand on Silas'

was usually a

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

other already? Or

on Silas' chest as she tried to calm

she could. "You're the second son in the Taylor family, Lyse's second

are you

bother to." Rose's