Chapter 388

“Yep,” Damien nodded, his gaze steady on the road ahead.

Calliope turned and returned to her room, feeling a swirl of emotions. She dialed Silas on a video call.

A few minutes later, Gideon appeared in the garden, looking like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone from the sudden downpour.

“Callie, I’m here!”

“Callie, I’ve come to you!”

“I know I messed up!”

“Just say the word, and I won’t go through with the wedding. I’ll marry you, only you!”

“Uncle Silas’s not around, so you don’t have to worry about him. With me here, you don’t have to be afraid of anything. Just follow your heart!”

Gideon shouted desperately toward the lit window of the manor, rain streaming down his face. The night air was chilly, but he seemed oblivious, ignoring Damien and the others as he pleaded with Calliope, his voice echoing through the rain.

“Callie, I know I was wrong. You can hit me or whatever you want!”

“Just come out, please!”

“Don’t be mad. I know you still love me. You only turned to Uncle Silas because you were upset! You can’t possibly love him!”

“You’ve always loved me, haven’t you? As long as your heart’s with me, Uncle Silas can’t do anything about it!”

“Grandpa’s always liked you. He’ll respect your choice too!”

Gideon’s cries filled the night, but Calliope couldn’t hear a thing inside. She was on the bed, engrossed in her video chat with Silas.

“I miss you. I wish I could hug you.”

Silas was freshly showered, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, his hair still damp. He looked unkempt but in a ruggedly handsome way that made him more appealing.

“How can my husband be so hot? Your charm outshines Gideon’s.”

Her words made Silas’s eyes darken with intensity. He leaned closer to the camera as if trying to see her more clearly.

“Really? Did you talk much with Gideon today?”

“No. But I did have a long chat with Eamon,” Calliope replied softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Silas furrowed his brow in confusion.

“I know so little about you. I’ve never understood your world, but I’ll change that. From now on, I’ll try to understand and protect you.”

Was Silas’s biological father that formidable? No matter what, she would protect Silas. With her around, no one would dare to bully him.

Silas paused, surprised. “You found out?”

“Yeah.” Calliope looked at Silas, her heart aching for the little boy he once was, facing challenges alone. How heartbreaking it must have been. He seemed so strong now, but surely, he carried the shadows of his past.

Silas gave a gentle smile, his voice tender. “That’s all in the past. There’s no need to worry.”

“But I still want to hug you, to protect you.”

Silas smiled, “When I get back, I’ll let you.”

“Okay.” Calliope recounted her conversation with Eamon and the trouble with the car.

“My wife is amazing,” Silas praised, “You even know how to fix a car.”

“Piece of cake,” Calliope grinned. “I learned from the best.”