Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 217

Kent had just arrived, barely a word out of his mouth, when he overheard the people in the office urging Silvia to get a divorce.

He didn’t even know these people. He had no idea what kind of ideas they were putting into Silvia’s head.

After all the trouble he’d gone through to win Silvia over, how could he let others talk her into leaving him so easily?

Kent recognized the group circling Silvia—they were all from Shipley’s old company.

Were they still loyal to Shipley?

The thought soured Kent’s mood in an instant, his face darkening, and the air around him seemed to chill.

Silvia couldn’t figure out why Kent suddenly seemed upset, but she stepped forward anyway and asked, “Why are you here so early?”

Hadn’t he said he’d pick her up after work? Why show up now?

A touch of awkwardness crept into Silvia’s expression.

She’d only just told her colleagues about her marriage; she hadn’t even processed it herself.

To Kent, though, Silvia’s question sounded almost like she was annoyed to see him. He pressed his lips together, fixing her with a steady, detached gaze.

“If you don’t want me here, I won’t bother you again.”

What was with him?

Silvia could tell—Kent was genuinely upset now.

She forced a little smile, trying to ease the tension.

After a moment, she said, “I didn’t mean that. I just thought you said you’d come after work.”

“I brought you something sweet.”

But this bag—this was just for her, wasn’t it?

He was as thoughtful as ever, always paying attention to the little things.

Silvia cleared her throat, a little flustered, and took the paper bag, peeling it open.

Inside was a box of delicate macarons, each one perfectly crafted and almost too beautiful to eat.

If Kent hadn’t said he’d made them himself, Silvia would’ve assumed he bought them from an upscale bakery.

She glanced at him, biting her lip. “Did you make these after you got home this afternoon?”

He nodded, his tone casual, as if it was no big deal. “It was simple—not too hard.”

As if baking for Silvia was just something he did, effortlessly, without a second thought.