Chapter 223 You Are Greedy!
Camila frowned slightly. âSilas, donât force me. I've lived there for the past seven years, and so that
place is just like home to me! My senior is just like my family, and I admit that I have feelings for
you. You've managed to influence my life in just three months, and you even made South like you
very much. I've been indulging myself and you. Silas, to be brutally honest, you and I have only
known each other for three months. Don't you think that you are too greedy?â
Silas was slightly dumbfounded. That's true! I am too greedy! Initially, I just wanted to get closer to
her. Now, I'm staying over at her house, but I'm not satisfied. I canât bear the fact that sheâs phoning
someone else. Silas shut his eyes to calm himself down. She has never changed all along; I am the
impatient one. No! To be exact, I am jealous! I am jealous of the man on the other end of the phone
call. He is a threat to me despite the faraway distance. She can joke over the phone call and pour
her feelings out while being herself without needing to put up a wall of defense. When it comes to
me, she summed me up with a word-greedy.
His heart clenched painfully suddenly. Silas looked at her and smiled. âI understand. I'd
overestimated myself!â
Camila inhaled deeply when she heard that. She felt a painful tug against her heart. That's not what I
meant.
She wanted to hold onto him when he turned around to leave, but her hand brushed across the
corner of his shirt. Her lips parted, but she stared in silence as the man walked into South's room.
She took a deep breath, and her heart sank automatically.
It's fine as long as he doesn't leave for good! Just when she was about to enter her room, South's
room door opened once again. Silas had changed his clothes, and he walked out of the room. It
looks like he went into the room to change his clothes. Camila stared at him fixedly from South's
room door until he walked to the living hall. Her heart hammered while she stared unblinkingly at
him. What is he planning to do? Is he just going to leave? Silas came to a halt at a distance of two
meters away from her. âI checked on South just now, and it seems like he's sound asleep. I don't
think he'll have another nightmare.â After saying that, he breathed in steadily. âYou should sleep a
bit more. I'm going back now.â Camila stared at his back view while he left, but her heart ached
painfully, as if
someone was stabbing her in her chest. âSilas...â She sounded frightened and apprehensive! He
stopped dead in his tracks, and he inhaled deeply before turning around to face her. Once again, he
was back to his usual indifferent expression. âI need to go back to work. You shouldn't go to your
studio today; it's best that you rest well at home. South shouldn't go to school either. Phone me if
anything crops
up!â
He said that I should phone him if anything crops up! Camila stared at the door as it opened and
closed. Was I afraid earlier? Was I afraid that he'd leave and never come back? She sat numbly on
the couch. I know that he has been treating me well all along. I know that he stayed over on
purpose to keep us company. He did not sleep the whole night just to look for South with me when
he needs to go to work today. I even accused him of being greedy. In all honesty, who is the greedy
one?! He is Silas Nolan! Has he put aside his pride to speak so humbly to anyone else? Camila hung
her head low. I'm not even sure what's wrong with me. I'm not sure if I'm blaming myself for hurting
him, or I'm blaming him for not persevering with his brazen ways and just left. Nevertheless, she felt
as if she had been terribly wronged, and her tears came rolling down uncontrollably. Even if Silas is
angry, he didn't need to... Hmm, I am just sad. When Silas listened to her speak on the phone,
crying while claiming that she missed
them, he felt as if his presence didn't matter at all. After living proudly for 28 years, this is my first
time being ignored. Furthermore, the woman, who has ignored me blatantly, is the woman I'm in
love with, yet I don't even have the right to lose my temper.