Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 79

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.

Once she cooled off, she’d always come back.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became, and a lazy, soft smile returned to his face. He wrapped his arms around Vianne, his hand gently stroking her hair.

Vianne’s lashes fluttered. She murmured, “Besides, the reason I didn’t give these to you right away was because I knew she was just throwing a tantrum. If I gave you her letter and her note, it would only upset you. I couldn’t bear to do that.”

Couldn’t bear it.

She cared about him—didn’t want to see him unhappy.

Shipley heard the meaning in her words, and something in him softened. He lowered his head and brushed a gentle kiss across Vianne’s forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. “Vianne, if only she could be more like you.”

Vianne leaned into him, but his words gave her no comfort.

That woman had already left him, yet she still haunted his thoughts.

Silvia, oh Silvia—why can’t you just disappear?