Chapter 94

How could it be her?

Yes, it was her. Gideon thought he must have gone mad, mistaking Yvette for Calliope.

Yvette looked at Gideon, her eyes red and damp. “Gideon, you hurt me.”

Gideon felt a wave of nausea as he looked at Yvette. He was on the verge of being sick. He dashed out of the room and into the living room, lighting cigarette after cigarette in a frenzy.

Yvette took a moment to pull herself together, clenching her fists with fury. Her eyes brimmed with resentment. She knew Gideon must have had a rough time with Calliope, so he treated her this way. Ultimately, it was all Calliope’s fault.

After steadying herself, Yvette emerged from the room.

She knelt before Gideon, her voice choked with emotion. “Gideon, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I don’t know how to make you happy. If it makes you feel better, you can hurt me all you want. You know I care about you.”

“I’m sorry, Yvette.” Gideon covered his face in regret. “It’s my fault. I’ll take responsibility. I’ll marry you.”

“Gideon, I’ve said it before. As long as you’re happy, that’s enough. You don’t have to take responsibility for me,” Yvette replied. “I don’t mind at all.”

“No, I will.” Gideon shook his head. “I’ll take responsibility. Let me know when you’re free so I can introduce you to my family.”

“I’m sorry. Take care of yourself. I have to go.”

After that, Gideon left.

Yvette watched the door close, a smile curling her lips. No matter what, Gideon was willing to marry her. She had to share this good news with Lisette, who would undoubtedly be thrilled for her.

Calliope was in Silas’s arms when she woke up, still in the car.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Calliope blinked in surprise. “Did I sleep for long?”

“Only about an hour,” Damien joked from the front seat. “My boss’s arm isn’t too numb, hopefully!”

“Damien? Feeling bold lately, huh?” Silas shot back coldly.

Damien promptly zipped his lips.

Calliope quickly pulled away from Silas. “Why didn’t you wake me? We’re home.”

“You looked exhausted and were sleeping so soundly. I wanted you to rest a bit more,” Silas explained.

Calliope was at a loss for words. She glanced up at Silas. “Well, that’s because of you!”

“Indeed, thank you for your hard work, my dear.” Silas grinned and pulled Calliope back into his embrace, whispering into her ear, “Last night, you said you were too tired and didn’t let me near you. Now that you’re well-rested, how about tonight?”

His voice was husky, laced with a captivating allure.

Calliope felt his breath tickle her ear, causing her face to flush deep red. Silas was insatiable, wanting nothing more than to have her every night.

Though she enjoyed it, it was becoming a bit much. Her body felt drained. She hadn’t managed to get up before noon for days.

Before she knew it, Silas had scooped her up and carried her into the house. He helped her change her shoes and carried her upstairs.

He took her straight into the bathroom, shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Let’s shower together.” Silas’s eyes were intense, filled with a burning desire.

Calliope watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his impressive collarbone, chest, and chiseled abs.

His physique was flawless. She couldn’t help but gulp as she watched him.

Usually, she was too shy, and they’d always turn off the lights when things got intimate. She had never had the chance to admire him like this.

Her cheeks flushed as she stared at Silas, embarrassed but unable to look away.

Calliope found herself staring at his abs, the muscles firm and appealing, making her curious about how they might feel.

Her gaze drifted lower, and she felt a sudden, overwhelming rush.