Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 145

The couple seemed oblivious to everyone else in the living room, so wrapped up in each other that their affection actually put Lola at ease.

Maybe all their worries over the last three days had been unnecessary.

At least for now, it looked like things between Silvia and Kent were going just fine.

Perhaps Kent had just been busy with work lately, and Silvia, feeling bored at home alone, decided to come back for a visit.

With that thought, a small smile flickered in Lola’s eyes. She watched as the housekeeper brought out the dishes and quickly called out, “Silvia, Kent, come eat while it’s hot.”

After all, with a guest present, it was best the two of them kept things a little more reserved.

Silvia nodded, reaching for Kent’s hand, and the two of them sat side by side at the dining table.

Shipley glanced at the round table, his gaze darting quickly over Silvia and Kent’s intertwined fingers before looking away. His own hand, resting at his side, slowly curled into a fist.

After a moment, Shipley let out a slow breath.

His smile didn’t falter as he took the seat beside Silvia.

Originally, Lola had planned to sit next to Silvia herself, hoping to let Shipley and Garth chat over drinks. But now, seeing everyone had already chosen their seats, she let it go.

Kent glanced sideways, giving Shipley a cool look. For a split second, something dangerous flickered in his sharp eyes.

Shipley really didn’t know when to quit.

Clearly, Kent’s earlier lenience had given Shipley the opportunity to stir up trouble here in Capital City.

Shipley met Kent’s gaze head-on, refusing to back down.

With her right hand pinned, she had no choice but to lean in and take the offered bite.

To Lola, the way the two of them interacted was almost unbearably sweet—enough to make her heart settle with relief.

Meanwhile, Shipley watched them, his eyes flickering, a fleeting look of discomfort crossing his handsome face. There was no question: Kent had done that on purpose.

Silvia, not wanting to be hand-fed through the whole meal, tried to pull her hand free again. This time, Kent finally let go.

But the very next second, he was quicker—his right hand darted out and caught hers once more under the table, their fingers tightly intertwined.

Kent refused to let go, his long fingers lacing through hers until their hands were locked together.

The warmth of his palm seeped through Silvia’s skin, a current of heat running straight to her heart, making her shiver ever so slightly.