The air in the room was stagnant, the only sounds a mix of deep and shallow breaths.
Silas Thornton's plaintive gaze remained fixed on Holly Wyatt, who fiddled with her ear in discomfort.
She took out her phone, quickly typed a few words, and pushed the screen in front of Silas Thornton.
"Do your knees hurt?"
Silas Thornton's thin lips pursed as his dark eyes stared intently at the phone screen.
A moment later, he slightly lifted the hem of his bathrobe to reveal a pair of red, swollen knees. He carefully stretched them out in front of Holly Wyatt, his usually cold and stern voice now laced with a hint of fragility. "It hurts…"
'I hear playing the victim is pretty effective. Maybe I can try it on the cub? Awoo~ I feel like she's still mad, but the cub is so soft-hearted. Seeing as my knees are hurt, she won't stay angry, right?'
A muscle in Holly Wyatt's cheek twitched. She shot Silas Thornton a speechless glance.
