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.

her

drunk, his speed was still

Rose and pushed her back up to

bodies pressed closed against one another,

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

gotten over that

now, he didn't want to

Rose looked anxious. She instinctively pressed a hand

usually a straightforward man. With

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

already? Or are you

slightly on Silas'

the second son in the Taylor

you ignoring

bother to." Rose's

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