Shipley’s mind exploded—his thoughts thundered and scattered in all directions.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
As he pieced together the events of the past few days, the easy smile faded from his lips, replaced by a coldness that seemed to chill the entire room.
No.
Impossible.
Silvia wouldn’t walk away so easily. She’d chased after him for five years—how could she give up now?
That was five years of her youth. He knew her; she’d never let go that easily.
“Shipley…” Vianne’s voice was hoarse, her fingertips trembling at her side, unsure how to react.
Shipley’s gaze darkened, and he no longer looked at Vianne.
Striding to the guest room, he threw open the door. The room was empty.
He was the one who’d made Silvia move out.
The memory flashed through his mind, and unexpectedly, Shipley felt a laugh bubble up.
Really, he had nothing to worry about.
In Sweet Silvia’s world, there was only him.
She was just sulking, that was all.
Even if she went back to Capital City, so what? She’d chased him all the way to Luminova City once; she could do it again. All he had to do was lift a finger.
His Sweet Silvia would come back to him.
Behind him, Vianne turned and shot Tessa a glare before staggering to her feet and following Shipley out of the room.
She watched Shipley standing at Silvia’s empty doorway, the faintest smile playing on his handsome, gentle face. A chill crept down Vianne’s spine, a nameless fear curling inside her.

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