Silas’s POV
“What do you think I should do, Dorian? She hates me so much, but when I got close to her, it seemed she was still in love with me,” I replied, staring at the documents she had handed over to me.
Silence stretched, making me call out to Dorian. “Are you even listening?”
“Yes. Yes. It's just that…can I get back to you, friend? I've got to sort this file out. Let's chill out in the evening with the others. What do you think? We can talk over it at the bar.”
“Sounds great,” I answered, nodding my head. Currently, I have a lot to attend to. So an evening gathering won't be bad.
Right now, my head is on fire. I could barely focus. Flashback to how Aiden had looked—Gosh! It's more like I was seeing my small self.
“I need to have more conversation with him,” I muttered to
