Silas tightened his arms around her as he spoke as if fearing she might escape him.

A warm blush crept up Rose’s chest, a pleasant tingle settling in her heart. Her voice dipped to a playful whisper, more of a tease than a scold. “Well, at least you know you’re being sneaky.”

“Rosie.” Silas couldn’t tear his gaze away. A captivating blush painted Rose’s pale face as he murmured, “Well, you’re just as cunning. You’re the sneak who’s stolen my heart.”

Rose found herself at a loss for words.

She remembered listening to Alyssa chatter about her family and Silas. He had such a handsome face. Yet, he was so dense and cheesy that it raised concerns for him.

It seemed Alyssa was right.

Silas noticed her sudden silence and fell into a surge of panic. He turned her to face him. “Are you still upset with me?”

“Silas Taylor.”

at the sound of Rose addressing him

Unconsciously, he swallowed hard.

a disgrace. Even the Emersons would come to me and cause trouble. I have no peace. I don’t deserve you. It’ll only be harder for you if

of her heart away with each word

about me, and perhaps one of them is because your emotions

I see—love is fleeting and nothing but trouble. You come from a good place, and even if

forever marked. Today was just a glimpse, a mere whisper of the

Rose harbored a wellspring of bitterness and insecurity. Her extravagant creations

her prestigious Emerson name, Rose felt adrift, a life without

wasn’t blind to Silas’ good qualities or the depth of his love, a relentless sense of unworthiness

where Silas’ feelings

she would rather not

background for quite some

doesn’t change a thing. I see you, all of

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