As soon as Silas stood up, he found that the corner of the sleeve of his suit was hooked on something. When he lowered his head, he saw thin white fingers. The fingertips unconsciously curled, and the hand held on tightly to the ends of his sleeve, not wanting to let go.
Silas immediately tried to pull it free, but he failed to get it out of her grasp.
This woman had fainted, so how was she still holding onto the sleeve of his suit so tightly?
The man reached out his hand to pry her fingers apart. However, as he approached, he abruptly heard her whisper softly, "Sil, do not be unhappy… I will not leave you…"
Her voice made Silas stop moving, and he let out a frown. This woman called him Sil… It seemed that she had coaxed him in the same way that night.
Silas pursed his lips, and his originally calm heart seemed to be gently nudged by something soft yet persistent. This feeling was… truly incomprehensible.
Everyone in the world despised and hated him; even his sweetheart, Ellie, had been unwilling to accept him up to now. Yet this woman was so unusual. She actually liked him, a devil who had committed many evil deeds.
It was truly… rare.
His eyes fell on the sleeping face of the woman again.
Yue Ran did not sleep well; her eyebrows were furrowed. This might have been caused by the pain of her wound. Her face was very pale, adorned with a sickly appearance. She was really pitiful to look at.
In any case, Leila was just a substitute for Ellie.
When he thought this, the strength in his hand gradually relaxed.
…
It was not until the evening that Yue Ran gradually stirred awake from her coma. As awareness seeped back into her consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the unfamiliar, dark purple bed curtain surrounding her. The color was deep and rich, contrasting starkly with the calming pastels of her own bedroom.
Turning her head slowly, she almost gasped as she spotted Silas seated at her bedside. His posture was relaxed, but his expression was serene, with his eyes gently closed, as if he were lost in deep thought or perhaps even in his own dreams.
Yue Ran looked on thoughtfully before a smile appeared on her face. She raised a hand to touch her forehead, and her fingertips brushed against the rough, textured layers of fabric. It seemed that her head was wrapped in a long gauze after the incident of her blacking out. She only touched it lightly, but the pain was still very evident. A dull throbbing pain pulsed through her skull, making it clear that the injury sustained was real and not just a figment of her imagination.
Originally, she simply wanted to take the opportunity to pretend to faint, hoping to get out of the predicament. However, her plans took an unforeseen turn. She actually fell unconscious, for real. Then again, she had cared (worked) for this male protagonist all night last night because she could not get out of character. The fatigue from caring for Silas throughout the night had worn her body down more than she anticipated, and in a cruel twist of fate, she had succumbed to the very act she sought to perform, losing consciousness for real.
When she awakened, Yue Ran supported her body with her hands, pushing herself up to prop herself into a sitting position. From this angle, she could just see a row of long, thick eyelashes on the man's pale skin, with his eyelids closed.
As the young woman looked at him, she could not help but poke his cheek with a finger and call out softly, "Your Majesty…" When she was met with silence, she continued probing, "Are you… asleep?"
Yue Ran lowered her voice, as if surprised that this man would be so quiet after falling asleep. She could not help but reach out and touch his long eyelashes. The man still had his eyes closed and did not respond.
In this way, Yue Ran acted a little bolder. Relying on the fact that the other party had not awakened from his sleep, she carefully held his hand, interlocked their fingers, and showed a satisfied smile on her face. She gently raised Silas's hand that she held. His hands were also very beautiful, like his appearance, with fingers as slender as jade, and light blue veins were clearly visible. The scars on his palm did not look ugly, but added a touch of fragile beauty.
She rubbed the back of his hand with her cheek and suddenly whispered, "Your Majesty, if I lied to you, would you be angry?"
Silas, who originally wanted to open his eyes, immediately abandoned the idea after hearing this sentence. At the same time, a few doubts arose in his heart. What did this woman mean by saying this? What had she lied to him about?
Before he could figure it out, Yue Ran hesitated and continued to say, "Actually, I did not lose my memory at all. Losing my memory is just a cover, because only in this way can I get close to Your Majesty without any scruples."
Silas's heart was calm.
So it was this matter. In fact, he had long known that this woman's claim of amnesia was fake, but he was just too lazy to expose her.
Silas was not interested in the trivial things she said about faking her amnesia. He only cared about what else this young woman knew, and whether she knew where Ellie was hiding.
At this point, Yue Ran paused with her eyes slightly lowered. A hint of embarrassment was revealed in her eyes as she said, "There is one more thing. I know that the person that Your Majesty likes is my elder sister, so… I pretended to have amnesia, deliberately imitated my elder sister's every move, and completely regarded myself as her..."
