Chapter 212

Even though Yvette was sweet and caring, she paled in comparison when Calliope was in the picture.

Gideon found himself exhausted being around Yvette lately. He used to adore her, but now he grew more annoyed with her; the thought of marrying her filled him with unease.

Yet, he felt trapped. The wedding was imminent, and backing out now would not only turn him into the laughingstock of all Capitalton but would also infuriate his grandfather.

“Do you think my wife is attractive?” Silas asked abruptly, his voice raised to a higher pitch.

Gideon froze for a moment, then quickly greeted Silas and made a hasty retreat.

Calliope lingered a bit longer with Silas, but when someone came to discuss business with him, she excused herself and left.

As soon as she stepped out of the Baker Group building, she bumped into Gideon, who had been waiting for her. He hurried over as soon as he saw her.

“Calliope!”

She turned to glance at him. “What do you want?”

“You still have feelings for me, don’t you?” Gideon reached out to grab her arm.

Calliope deftly sidestepped, a slight frown crossing her features. “You’re imagining things!”

“Then why didn’t you tell Uncle Silas what I was up to earlier?”

Gideon’s eyes bored into her. She had covered for him, after all. If Silas knew he had tried to kiss her, he wouldn’t let it slide.

Calliope raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. “So, what now? Are you going to ditch Yvette and choose me instead? Aren’t you afraid of your uncle?”

She leaned in closer purposely, one hand catching Gideon’s tie with a bold, seductive smirk dancing at her lips. The proximity made his heart race, and he quickly stepped back, yanking his tie free, his brow furrowed in confusion.

There was no way he could call off the wedding or compete with his uncle for Calliope. He knew Silas wasn’t a man with a forgiving nature. Whether Silas loved Calliope or not, she was his wife, and he wouldn’t tolerate anyone else making a move on her. It was a matter of pride.

But Gideon had a risky idea.

He looked at Calliope, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Callie, I know you still love me, and you fear Uncle Silas too, right?”

“So?” Calliope eyed him, his expression a picture of slyness, sensing the absurdity brewing in his mind.

“I don’t mind that you’re married to Uncle Silas. If you’re into me, we can still be together. As long as he doesn’t find out, we can keep seeing each other.”

Gideon eyed her, appreciating her figure and flawless skin–something Yvette couldn’t match. Yvette, despite her efforts, had hands roughened by a rural upbringing, while Calliope’s skin was smooth and delicate. The more he observed, the more captivated he got. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice low and tempting. “How will you know if I’m not better than Uncle Silas unless you give it a try? If you don’t mind, I’m more than willing to satisfy you.”

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