Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 21

Vianne could swim perfectly well.

It was only because Shipley cared about her that he saw danger everywhere.

As for whether Shipley forgave her or not, Silvia had long since stopped caring.

She lowered her gaze, answering offhandedly, “Got it.”

She shook off the man’s hand and started to lie down.

But her wrist was caught again, and in an instant, he was much closer than before.

With the sudden proximity, she caught the faint scent of whiskey on him.

“Sweet Silvia, you’re always so sensible. Be even better for me from now on, won’t you…”

He brushed his nose against hers, his eyes lingering on her lips.

Expressionless, Silvia pushed him away.

Shipley paused, his tone turning cold. “Still mad at me?”

“No.”

She really wasn’t angry anymore.

Shipley had chosen Vianne, and she was about to be married herself. A little distance and restraint would be better for both of them.

Her voice was distant, almost devoid of emotion.

Shipley looked at her, studying her face. “Alright then, get some rest. I’ll make you some hot soup in the morning.”

Silvia nodded and said nothing more.

She knew he was trying to make it up to her through his actions. In the past, that would have made her happy.

But this time, she felt nothing at all.

After he closed the door and left, Silvia slept better than she had in weeks.

When she woke, it was already morning.

She wasn’t exactly late getting up, but by the time she came downstairs, only cold leftovers remained on the dining table.

No one had called her for breakfast, of course.

And the nourishing soup Shipley had promised last night? Nowhere to be seen.

Silvia smirked, asked the housekeeper to clear the table, and made herself some oatmeal.

She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

The touch was brief and cold. Before Silvia could react, Shipley let go and handed her a folder.

“Take a look.”

Silvia glanced down and opened the folder—Three-Year Plan for the Regional Office.

Her tone was flat. “What’s this supposed to mean?”

Shipley slipped an arm around her waist, acting affectionate, but Silvia only wanted to pull away.

“Sweet Silvia, you’re more than capable now. You should be out there, conquering bigger horizons.”

“So, you’re planning to send me to the regional office?” Silvia’s brow furrowed despite herself.

The new office had only just been set up—a shaky operation, far from headquarters and support.

He wanted her to give up everything she’d built and start over from scratch. It felt like exile.

Her career, her connections, everything would be gone.

And when she left, who would benefit from all her hard work?

Silvia studied him for a long moment. “Why?” she asked.