Can’t Win Me Back

Rose stood behind Silas, her heart initially unsettled. Her lips were pressed thinly together.

However, she nearly broke into a smile after hearing Silas’ remark.

Silas possessed a formidable ability to dismantle a convict in court and ruthlessly exploit someone’s vulnerabilities with his words.

“Nonsense! I’ve never had my face done!” Lydia retorted, hastily covering her stiffened face, a mix of shame, anger, and guilt consuming her.

Silas shook his head. “It’s not your fault for aging, but it’s not right to run around scaring people off with that face either.”

Lydia seethed with outrage, feeling her blood boil at his audacity.

“Who are you to Rose?” Jamie interjected, clinging to her mother and demanding an answer.

“Who am I to Rose?” Silas mused, touching the inside of his cheek with his tongue before turning to Rose with a serious expression. “Ms. Emerson, she wants to know my role in your life.”

his gaze, her

then I’ll take the liberty of calling myself your

and

sophisticated

instantly. She looked down shyly, afraid to

as he reached for her cold hand, intertwining

your cruelty and shamelessness. I wanted to see just how low you could stoop,” Silas remarked coolly,

truly eye-opening to see both of you devils in action,” he added, his eyes narrowing

Rosie?

moisture from her eyes, feeling a warmth spreading in her

Emersons. I don’t think this has

her problems mine as well..” Silas rubbed his cheeks, his gaze sharp enough to deter anyone

has never spoken