Chapter 80 A Fire That Won't Die

The silence in the limousine was suffocating, as if the air itself had chosen sides. Raindrops streaked the tinted windows like blurred memories, casting fractured reflections of two people who no longer knew how to sit beside each other without burning. Silas sat with his arms folded, one leg crossed over the other, gaze fixed ahead. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between them, until he finally said, “You didn’t have to entertain Langford like that.” Genevieve’s head turned, her brows arching. Her emerald eyes gleamed beneath dark lashes, her lips a shade too red, her tone laced with disbelief. “Entertain? I thanked him for a compliment and walked away.”