Meanwhile, Silva woke up from her nightmares, her past memories lingering like a shadow. She felt warm tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Bailey..."
The name echoed in her mind—the motherly maid who had been poisoned.
Just then, the door burst open. Silva turned her head, only to see someone she hadn't expected.
"Christian?" She barely had time to process his presence before he strode toward her and pulled her into a tight embrace. His face pressed into her shoulder, his grip firm, almost desperate.
"I'll make sure she's permanently erased from your life," Christian murmured, his tone dark, his expression even darker.
Silva froze. "Uhh?"
"Oh?," she thought faintly grinning.
Yet, for some reason, she didn't push him away. A strange sense of relief settled over her.
"Now am curious if this is a personal feeling or just it's just because of our deal?"
"well let figure it out."
She thought despite leaning towards more of their deal.
"Erased her?"
"beside isn't she soon to be your sister in law? And won't that make your cousin despise you?"
She said with concern.
Just then she noticed Christian change of tone and demeanour.
"Oh?!"
She thought with amusement.
"Whether he despise me or not, isn't she a nuisance to you?"
Christian responds coldly looking straight at her.
"You're right. So I rather deal with her myself without having you at the forefront."
Silva fainted her smile.
"Though he didn't come up front with his true intentions for requesting me bear him a child in return. But sure hint like conflict with his cousin-Branden."
Silva thought taking note.
Trying to steady herself, she finally asked, "How many days has it been?"
Christian gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Just a week."
"A week?" Silva repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "From just drowning?"
"That's strange... certainly strange."
She thought coldly.
"I'm guessing you find it suspicious as well, huh?"
Christian's gaze turned cold, his voice laced with something unreadable.
"And by the way, Lucius collapsed while you were unconscious."
Silva raised a brow, her expression unreadable. "I see. That's quite surprising for a man like him." Her tone was indifferent.
"Did Asher plan all of this?" she wondered.
The possibility gnawed at her—could Asher have played a role while she was unconscious?
"Now, the real question is… where was Richard, Lucius's loyal hound, when he collapsed?"
Her thoughts were abruptly cut off as Christian's voice pulled her back to the present.
"You seem deep in thought. Care to share what you're thinking?"
Silva was momentarily caught off guard. Her gaze met his, and there it was—a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, his piercing stare locked onto her.
"This man..." she thought, finding him more challenging than she had anticipated.
Not missing a beat, she masked her true thoughts. "I was just wondering... now that he's collapsed, are you still willing to seal the contract with him?"
Christian crossed one leg over the other, his expression unreadable. "What do you propose, then?"
Silva studied him carefully, her thoughts sharp and calculating. "He's clearly enjoying this interaction, though He knows that no matter what strategy he uses against Father, he'll come out on top."
Maintaining her composed demeanour, she finally spoke.
"If I were to propose a course of action, I'd say take back the contract. I'm sure you already know how, without me having to go into detail. Then, offer him something even more challenging—trap him under your command. After all, his logistics empire runs on debt sustained by your financial aid. Keeping him in your debt is a win-win situation for both of us."
"For now silva, he has the authority," She thought, as She smiled, waiting for his reaction.
Christian chuckled softly, covering his mouth with his hand. "Impressive, Silva."
Rising to his feet, he added, "In fact, my hunch about helping you was right." He closed the distance between them, embracing her once more.
Silva's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, he has his own vendetta against Lucius?" The realization made her smirk darkly.
"I guess we crossed paths by Fate," she mused. Her hand twitched as if to return his embrace, but she hesitated. She didn't trust him—not yet.
Christian leaned in, his voice smooth but his gaze ice-cold as he stared out the window. "You're right. So let's steer our choices toward our predestination."