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.”

sound of

Unconsciously, he swallowed hard.

disgrace. Even the Emersons would come to me and cause trouble.

though she was tearing a piece of

plenty of reasons why you might feel this way about me, and perhaps one of them is because your emotions stem from a desire to protect me—a misplaced

from a good place, and even if you don’t need someone of equal standing, you

just a glimpse, a mere whisper of

the icy veneer of a renowned designer, Rose harbored a wellspring of bitterness and insecurity. Her extravagant creations were a carefully crafted facade,

a life without roots. She could never bring herself

blind to Silas’ good qualities or the depth of his love, a relentless sense

was necessary. She couldn’t bear the thought of a future where Silas’

she would rather

known about your background for quite some

but he pressed on, “So what, Rose? It doesn’t change a thing. I see you, all of you. And I still want

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