Silas Norwood now had a much clearer understanding of Kian Sterling's importance to Celia.
'If they were blood-related, it would be one thing…'
'But they weren't. And Kian cared for Celia so deeply, which, combined with Celia's almost blind trust in him… even though Silas generally trusted Kian's character, he couldn't shake a hard-to-describe sense of unease.'
But he wasn't the type to worry unnecessarily.
'Rather than letting his imagination run wild, he should focus on cultivating his relationship with his wife.'
And there was only one truly direct way to cultivate their relationship.
"My dear," he began gently. "The hour is late. Shall we retire to bed?"
Since returning from Silverwood, Celia had noticed that Silas had been advancing by leaps and bounds these past few days. She had no idea where he was learning all these new tricks. She recognized a few from a post she'd seen in her perfumer group, but most of them were things she'd never even heard of.
