A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

Silas didn't say a word, just raised his hand to press hers.

"Once I give something away, I never take it back."

"Huh?"

"It's yours now."

Silas looked at her, a hint of something like irritation in his eyes.

"But..."

He didn't let her finish, striding ahead with purpose.

Calliope carefully followed behind Silas. "Well, thank you, I guess?"

"You can consider me your husband, just like the agreement says."

Silas came to an abrupt stop, and Calliope, not expecting it, walked right into his broad back. Her body pressed against his, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him, solid and reassuring.

Calliope froze, her heart racing in her chest.

Silas turned around, and since she hadn't moved, she found herself directly in his embrace. His arms were warm and strong.

For a moment, Calliope was dazed, feeling it was strangely familiar, an inexplicable sense of safety creeping over her because of him.

Even though he intimidated her a bit, she couldn't deny the comfort he brought her.

He had always seemed like some sort of unapproachable figure to her, but right now, he seemed like a guardian angel, always there to protect her.

Looking up, she met his eyes.noveldrama

Silas inadvertently locked eyes with her, and his heart started beating faster.

Feeling the heat rise to his ears, he quickly took two steps back. "I have some work to do in the study. You should rest."

With that, he turned and almost fled to his study.

Calliope watched him retreat so hastily and felt a chill settle in her heart.

Silas must dislike her touching him. Was he upset?

After standing there for a moment, she glanced at the door next to Silas's study. Adah had mentioned that she could go into any room except that one. Silas didn't allow anyone in there, not even Adah to clean. Whatever was in there was clearly super important to him.

Calliope speculated that it might have something to do with the woman he deeply cared about.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman wouldn't be interested in a man like Silas or what kind of woman he couldn't win over.

There was a pang of melancholy in her heart.

Calliope returned to her room, washed up, and went to bed.

Meanwhile, Silas sat in his study for a long time, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

He forced himself to suppress the urge to get closer to her. He knew she hadn't fully let go of Gideon; she probably still cared about him and was only with him to provoke Gideon.

If he showed any emotion, he feared she would be frightened. He couldn't let her be afraid.

That night, Calliope once again dreamed of her past life.

She dreamed of being beaten until she was barely conscious, her body covered in bruises and blood. She begged for mercy, desperately trying to protect her dignity.

She dreamed of calling out for help, but no one came to her aid. She heard her brothers laughing with Lisette, celebrating a birthday. She dreamed of Gideon watching a movie with Yvette, ignoring her calls. She felt so cold, shivering as she hugged herself tightly.

Then, suddenly, a bright light surrounded a figure approaching her. She couldn't make out who it was, but the figure came to her, bending down to gently embrace her. She felt warmth and a sense of peace.