Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 10

Shipley let out a sudden, low chuckle and, with deliberate slowness, pinched Silvia’s porcelain cheek.

His voice held a trace of amusement, and his lashes were as dark and long as raven’s wings. “Then, from now on, I’ll have even more reason to adore my sweet Silvia.”

Silvia’s lips twitched in a faint, untraceable smile as she subtly turned her head aside.

His hand met only empty air.

His fingertips brushed her soft hair, but caught nothing.

For a heartbeat, his easy smile faltered. Still, his voice remained gentle and affectionate, though beneath it lurked a chilly undertone. “Sweet Silvia, you’re still upset?”

Yes.

She’d never had much hope, but even so, her heart felt hollow.

She didn’t even want to stay here another moment.

Every second was a kind of quiet torment.

“No,” Silvia murmured, lowering her gaze. “This is a workplace. If anyone sees us, it won’t look good.”

She stepped back, just half a pace, but her eyes remained calm and unreadable. No matter how intently Shipley studied her, he couldn’t see through her composure.

He stood quietly in front of her, watching.

There was a strange, lingering sense between them—something unspoken.

“Are you shy?” Shipley’s eyes darkened slightly, his lips curving in a teasing smile. “You weren’t nearly this shy before.”

Silvia’s lashes fluttered for a split second.

The memory flashed through her mind.

Vianne had just returned, and Silvia, feeling unsafe in the office, had begged for a kiss through her tears.

Shipley had pushed her away.

Back then, he’d looked dignified, his face coldly amused. “Sweet Silvia, this is the office.”

Silvia let out a bitter laugh, pulling herself out of the memory. “I haven’t finished the project report yet. I should get back to work.”

Before Shipley could react, Silvia had already walked away, heels clicking briskly on the floor.

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