She sighed helplessly and shook her head. "You should leave now. Otherwise, General Dante might storm into the apartment and drag you away himself."
Silas rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "He might not be able to do that after what I've done."
Ivy caught the murmur and frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
This time, Silas didn't explain. Instead, he leaned forward, kissed her forehead gently, and whispered, "I'll tell you tonight."
Before she could respond, he turned and walked out.
Ivy stood frozen in place, her cheeks warm, her heart unsettled. Still, her mood was heavy. General Dante's words echoed in her mind.
'Because of the Ravencroft family, Silas's family hates me this much… I can admit that half of it was my fault. I was indecisive. I hurt him. But the Ravencroft family… they never apologized, and they never will. If they don't regret, then they will pay.'
Her eyes darkened.
She walked to the guest bedroom, pushed open the door, and waved her hand.
