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Wine was a mesmerizing thing.
But only Silas knew whether his kiss stemmed from being drunk or liquid courage invoking his deepest
desires to light.
"Based on the look on your face, I take it you've remembered?" Silas smiled teasingly. "You were the
one who wouldn't let go of me last time, so now that I'm initiating things, we're even."
Even?
Silas had forcefully kissed her and taken advantage of her. Yet, this was what he had to say for it?
Rose grew angry in an instant. Alyssa's brother or not, she was going to give Silas a tight slap in the
face, even if it meant cutting ties with Alyssa.
But Rose wasn't as skilled as Alyssa was. Plus, her body had long turned weak with the large amount
of wine she'd drank. Her hand waved in the air but was swiftly caught by Silas.
Rose's heart raced in the next instant.
Silas gently placed her palm against his cheek, eyes turning into fond slits. "Don't get angry. Be careful
with your body."
A droplet of water fell down his temple, adding a sensual flair to Silas' handsome face. "Keep on
exhausting yourself if you still want me to do CPR on you."
"You!" Rose flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.
She couldn't deny the fact that Silas was really hot. While bearing a resemblance to Jonah, a deeper
acquaintance revealed their stark differences as distinct individuals.
Jonah's demeanor carried an inscrutable weight, whereas Silas' eyes consistently radiated brightness,
youthfulness, and directness.
Rose composed herself mentally and quickly took control of the situation by placing her hands on Silas'
shoulders. With a seductive smile, she asked, "Seems like you care a lot about me, Mr. Silas. Could it
be that you like me?"
Like her...
Silas' eyes brightened upon hearing those words. He gazed seriously at Rose. "Is that a serious
question, Rose?"
"Do you have the guts to answer it?" Rose guessed that Silas didn't.
The Taylor family was an elite one, and all its children were people who made their father incredibly
proud. All of the Taylor family sons had important positions and tasks. Only some princesses or
members of royalty could be on par with them.
Rose was neither. She was only an international fashion designer. She might have a superb reputation,
but her background would always involve her mother, a killer.
Rose couldn't possibly be a good match with Silas. No matter how close her relationship with Alyssanovelbin
was, Rose would never dare to dream of it.
"I like you."
Silas' sudden confession cut off Rose's thoughts.
"What did you say?"
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Silas' gaze was passionate as his heart pounded in his chest.
He had to admit to himself that the alcohol had given him liquid courage and not merely sparked
feelings for Rose from nowhere.
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Rose was stunned into silence.
A tried and true prosecutor was able to confess his feelings in such a refreshing, reasonable manner.
"Plus, I kissed you."
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