Chapter 254

“You must have been exhausted,” Silas murmured, “I wanted to let you sleep a little longer. I know it’s hard for you to fall asleep again once you’re awake.”

“It’s okay to wake me,” Calliope said as she exited the car.

Silas followed her, stretching his arms a bit as he did.

Calliope noticed immediately. “Your arm’s gone numb, huh? You should’ve woken me up.”

“It’s fine. I just needed a bit of stretching.”

Together, they headed inside and went to their room.

Silas pulled Calliope into his embrace as soon as they entered, his deep, bright eyes locked onto hers. “Callie, now that you’re awake, should we… you know, do something?”

Calliope’s eyes widened. Just moments ago, she felt sorry for him, but now, not so much. ‘Men,’ she thought with a playful roll of her eyes, ‘always thinking with their lower half.’

“Can we?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper as he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. “You’ve been so busy these days. We haven’t had time for ourselves.”

“Don’t you want to?” he teased, one hand sneaking under her sweater, making her shiver.

Her knees buckled slightly, but Silas was quick to catch her, his other hand exploring her skin, sending little electric shocks with every caress.

“Let’s… let’s shower first…” she stammered, her words shaky, her desire undeniable.

Silas kissed her deeply with a triumphant grin before leading her to the bathroom. The steam soon filled the room, wrapping them in a warm cocoon of intimacy.

All night, Calliope found herself swept up again and again in Silas’s embrace. At one point, he whispered in her ear, “Baber is adorable. Do you want a baby?”

Calliope paused, her thoughts scattered. “Maybe someday,” she replied hesitantly. She wasn’t sure how far their future stretched. She needed to know his secrets before making such a big decision.

Silas stiffened slightly, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossing his face. But he quickly resumed, his movements more intense, his whispered sweet nothings continuing to melt her resolve.

As Calliope drifted into a sleepy haze, Silas’s phone rang, cutting through the serenity.

He glanced at it and immediately answered, his tone shifting as he spoke.

“What’s wrong?” Calliope asked, turning her head toward him.

“Something urgent came up,” Silas said, kissing her forehead tenderly. “You sleep. I have to step out for a bit.”

“Okay,” she mumbled sleepily.

Silas left and still hadn’t returned by the next day. Calliope wasn’t too worried because she knew Silas’s work sometimes required him to disappear for days.

What she didn’t expect was a photo she received that afternoon.

It was of Silas with another woman, their posture suspiciously intimate.