Chapter 768
She truly cared about Silas and his mother. If it hadn't been for Eamon Baker shielding him, Silas would have
been long gone.
And Oliver, God, what a shameless jerk. Back then, he'd done everything to wipe Silas out, but now that he sees
suse in him, he's crawling back like nothing happened.
What a joke. He's dreaming if he thinks he can waltz in and get what he wants. If he dares to show his face, she's
ready to deal with him.
She wasn't about to let the man she cared about get hurt. Not a chance!
"You know, Callie, you're wonderful. If Silas's mom were still around, she'd have loved you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"She always wanted a daughter," Silas said, his eyes dark and unreadable as he looked at Calliope.
Calliope nodded, "I saw pictures of her. | liked her too. She was a real knockout."
Next room over.
Oliver was practically doubled over from the pain between his legs. That split he'd been forced into damn near
tore every muscle he had. He was losing his mind. He glared at the bodyguards who'd just been dancing with
him.
“A bunch of idiots! Did I tell you to dance? I'm in agony here, probably cursed, and you're all out there shaking
your butts like it's prom night?"
"Morons! Absolute morons!"
He kept cursing, but it didn't make him feel any better, especially with his legs throbbing like hell.
He was furious. He wanted to tear Calliope apart.
And then he remembered what she'd said: if he didn't take the antidote, he'd just keep on dancing.
He didn't know if she was bluffing or not, but with how out of control his body felt, it scared him.
He glanced at his bodyguards. They'd clearly heard what Calliope said, too.
One of them hesitantly spoke up, "Um, Ms. White mentioned there might be schocolate-covered raisins in
her room. Should | go ask for some?"
Oliver's face turned pale.
When he didn't answer, the bodyguard shrugged and went to get the "chocolate raisins."
Blythe eyed the bodyguard suspiciously as he cin. "Why are you looking for chocolate raisins here?"
She could hardly believe it. She was
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and now someone was actually asking for them.
"They're useful," the bodyguard said bluntly.
Blythe rolled her eyes. "Help There's a ton in there.
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much in my life..."
She was genuinely impressed-if that's the word.
The bodyguard scooped up a handful of "chocolate raisins."
"Just take them away, seriously," Blythe said, looking disgusted.
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