Silvia forced a bitter smile, biting back the pain, and said nothing more.
Maybe the man on the other end of the line sensed her silence, because he spoke again, his tone unusually gentle, “Sweet Silvia, I’m out with Vianne to meet a client. Please, can you be reasonable this time...”
His voice was soft, but his words cut straight to the bone.
“I have to get back to work now. I’ll be home later.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The call ended, leaving Silvia staring blankly at her phone for a moment.
How ridiculous, she thought.
All she wanted was to borrow a little money, but she hadn’t even managed to get the words out before he’d labeled her as just “causing trouble.”
“Ma’am, you’re the only one left. All the other customers have already checked out—are you going to pay or not?”
She was still staring at her phone when the cashier’s impatient voice broke through her thoughts.
“I’ll cover it.”
Just as Silvia opened her mouth to reply, a deep voice sounded at her side.
She turned and found herself face to face with a man whose handsome features were as cold as ever.
She hadn’t expected to run into him again.
Kent.
After settling the bill, Kent held the receipt and glanced down at her. “Are you here alone?”
“Yes.” Silvia reached out, trying to take the bill from him. “Thank you. I’ll pay you back next time.”
But Kent moved the receipt just out of reach and, instead, took her gently by the arm, steering her toward the treatment room. “Come with me.”
Before Silvia could react, Kent was already leading her inside.
While she received her IV, Kent stood silently at her side, his gaze fixed on her.
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