BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 897
Chapter 898
Violet forgot to cry. The hurt and worry in her eyes from moments ago vanished, replaced by suspicion and guardedness.
She couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes darting nervously. "Silas, why are you suddenly asking me this?"
"I feel like I've forgotten so much," he replied quietly. "I can't even remember how we became a couple."
Violet gripped his arm, anxious and tight. "If you can't remember, then maybe it's better not to dwell on it. The past and the
present-does it really make a difference?"
He gave a faint smile. "If you don't tell me what happened before, how am I supposed to know if it makes a difference or not?
Good or bad, I want to know it all, Violet. I can accept anything, but I can't just muddle through life like a fool, pretending nothing
matters."
Violet stared at him, knowing this day would come sooner or later.
She sat up a little straighter, her features softening. "Silas, we first met back in college. I was studying psychology at Blue Ridge
University, over in Veracoria. There was a grad student in my department-he was your friend, and you used to drop by to see
She gave a small, rueful smile. "Honestly, at first, it was just because you were good-looking. But over time, my feelings
changed. I became this hopeless fangirl, always looking out for you. I knew you liked red wine, that you were great at fencing
and horseback riding, and that you hated the smell of perfume."
"That's why, every time I knew I might run into you, I never put on perfume. But did you know? Every one of those 'accidental'
encounters-I planned them all, down to the last detail. But you never noticed me."
She paused, eyes filling with tears as the memories surfaced.
Silas, unable to recall any of it, struggled to empathize. He gently pressed a tissue into her hand. “So, how did we end up
together?"
Violet stared at the tissue for a moment, then let out a self-mocking laugh. "After graduation, I moved back home and started an
internship at Thunderbolt Enterprises-only to discover you were head of the venture capital department. By some stroke of luck, I
became your assistant."
“We both had that overseas experience, so it was easy to talk to you, and we got closer. But we never officially got together, not
even before your accident."
a call from a hospital in Veracoria, saying you'd been shot."
"I rushed over, but when I got there, the doctors told me you'd mysteriously disappeared. I called the police and searched for
three days straight. Finally, I found you in a forest. Not just you-Margot was there, too. But you had lost your memory, and the
first thing you said when you saw me was that I was your girlfriend."
She finished her story and looked at him, as if waiting for something—a sign, a word of recognition.
But all Silas could manage was a quiet, almost cold, "And then?"
Violet let out a long, weary sigh. Maybe it was resignation. Maybe it was surrender.
“And then..... after Margot woke up, she insisted she was your daughter. I'd never met her before, and she seemed a little
unhinged, so I assumed she was making things up. But I had a DNA test done for you two. Turns out, she really is your
daughter."
Silas had no memory of how he met Violet, or the years of gentle tension between them. But he didn't doubt the rest. After all,
when he'd woken up half a year ago, Margot had been right there in the forest with him. She'd told him, point-blank, that she was
his daughter, and somehow, he just accepted it without a second thought.
Once his wound healed, Margot didn't want to return home, so he'd stayed abroad with her, even agreeing to her insistence that
he wear a mask in public.
But thinking back, a strange unease crept in. Who was Margot's mother? Why did none of it seem odd to him before? Why did it
all feel so... inevitable?
"So you'd never met Margot before, and you have no idea who her mother is?"