Chapter 1496

Actually, the flowers were prepared by Rose early on. She knew this would be a winning battle. With

Silas around, victory was assured.

After anonymously sending the flowers, Rose quietly walked toward the parking lot alone.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and so did her heart.

Silas was dressed sharply in a prosecutor's sleek black suit in the courtroom. He passionately

debated, forcing the villains to show their true sides.

When Rose recalled his heroic demeanor, her cheeks gradually flushed, and her heart pounded

uncontrollably.

"Since you're here, shouldn't you at least say hello before leaving, Ms. Emerson?" a familiar and

clear voice came from behind.

Rose suddenly stopped in her tracks. After taking a deep breath, she slowly turned around.

Silas, still dressed in his prosecutor's uniform, stood tall and straight. He then walked up to her.

"Also, shouldn't you tell me what the flowers you sent me mean?"

Calming herself, Rose met his bright gaze. "Sunflowers symbolize victory."

"Oh, I thought it was because you like me,” Silas said, tilting his head slightly and leaning toward

her.

Rose's heart skipped a beat. She smiled, "You're quite funny, Mr. Taylor."

"Am 2"

Silas’ breath hitched slightly as he stared into her eyes. "Are you not giving me the wrong

impression again? Last time, it was a kiss. This time flowers. What will it be next? I'm a bit curious.”

"Well, you can be curious. There won't be a next time anyway." Rose felt inexplicably irritable. She

turned around to leave.

Suddenly, Silas pinned her against the wall. His muscular arms made his suit appear slightly taut.

"Ms. Emerson, what are you doing? Teasing me? Is this fun?"

He had been single his whole life and hadn't seen how people flirted, so the words that came out of

his mouth were quite harsh.

Rose smiled. "What's wrong, Mr. Taylor? You can't handle it?"

Silas’ competitive spirit suddenly flared up. He smirked. "You haven't started the game yet. How do

you know I can't handle it?

"Ms. Emerson, you said last time that you didn't mind playing the game of love with me. I'm

naturally a person who enjoys seeking thrills. If you don't want to be serious, then I can play along

until the end.”

Rose's heart sank, and a bitterness spread in her chest.

She knew Silas was a good man. After this, she might not get another chance to encounter such a

man,

But with her broken family and her outwardly glamorous yet internally rotten self, did she really

deserve him?

Moreover, he wasn't just anyone. He was Alyssa's brother, after all.

She didn't deserve love. She didn't want to hold him back, but she really...

"Mr. Taylor, since you've already said that, it wouldn't be polite of me not to accept your challenge,”

Rose replied, dispelling the darkness in her heart.

She smiled charmingly as she hooked her little finger with his. "It's just a game, with no real feelings

involved. Let's pinky promise.”

Silas lowered his eyes.

She pursed her lips, feeling a bit resentful.

However, at that moment, Silas took off the gold badge he had worn on his chest for nearly ten

years, then took her hand and placed the badge in her palm.