Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 59

Silvia froze in place, staring into the man’s narrow, piercing eyes.

It really was Kent.

For a moment, she could only gaze at him in stunned silence. His hair was swept back, though a few strands had fallen forward, shadowing his sharp eyes and lending his expression a cold, distant air.

She’d managed to calm herself during those few steps over, but now, standing in front of Kent—especially after hearing what he’d just said—she couldn’t help feeling a strange, guilty flutter inside.

The memory of that night flashed in her mind: the quiet intensity in his gaze, the unspoken intimacy between them. It all came rushing back, as vivid as if it had just happened.

Was fate really playing such a cruel joke on her?

“Miss Ashford?”

His deep voice cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present. Silvia looked up, meeting Kent’s eyes—calm, unreadable, with a trace of a smile.

She hesitated, then sat down across from him.

Her hands rested tensely on the table, fingers nervously picking at her napkin.

His gaze felt almost tangible, pressing on her, leaving her awkward and unable to meet his eyes. After a long pause, she forced herself to speak. “Mr. Parsons, about that night—I’m sorry. I truly didn’t expect that you… would be the man I was supposed to marry.”

And there was no doubt in her mind that Kent had known all along.

She’d always found it odd—Kent was reserved, almost aloof. Why had he insisted she take responsibility? Why had he gone out of his way to treat her differently? Now, she finally understood.

A wry, almost bitter feeling crept over her. So all along, she’d just been part of some elaborate game? Her expression cooled.

She fiddled with the pearl button on her blouse, head lowered.

So all the care Kent had shown her before—had it only been because she was his fiancée?

She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, though even she wasn’t sure why.

Kent, noticing the subtle shift in her mood, narrowed his eyes, as if trying to read her thoughts.

He poured her a glass of water, his tone gentle but firm. “I know. That’s why I’m not afraid you’ll run away.”

Silvia blinked in surprise.

He put a deliberate emphasis on “run,” the word carrying a touch of challenge, as if he’d been waiting for her all along.

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