Chapter 85
Sylvester's eyes locked onto her face, and he asked in a low voice, "If I died, would you be sad?"
Calliope felt a tightness in her chest. She knew his days were numbered but never really thought about losing him. He was always so full of life, like a mischievous kid.
"I don't know." Her heart screamed "yes," but she said otherwise. Those words felt like a lie.
Sylvester's eyes dimmed as he pulled her close, his voice low and rough, so different from his usual carefree self.
He said, "If you had shown up two years earlier, none of this would have happened. Or if you had come two years later, things would be different."
Held in his arms, she looked at his straight nose and thick lashes, not fully understanding but feeling his frustration.
"Sylvester, actually..."
She almost spilled all her secrets, knowing they'd have to face them eventually. She wasn't some rich lady; her mom was just a prostitute. What right did she have to be his wife?
But Sylvester suddenly pulled her onto his lap, their eyes meeting, his gaze filled with a sadness she'd never seen before. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Let me tell you, I'm not dying, so forget about divorce."
Calliope felt helpless, her sympathy for Sylvester unnecessary. She tried to break free. "Let go of me! We're in the office! What if someone comes in?"
He sneered, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "So what? It's not like we're having an affair."
"Whatever, looks like your headache's gone. I'm leaving, you get back to work!" Calliope stood up to leave.
Sylvester also stood up, grabbing her wrist, his tone softening. "Baby, stay with me for a while."
Calliope wanted to refuse, but his rare gentleness made her hesitate.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Sylvester turned his head. "Come in."
A secretary entered, handing over a small white velvet box. "Mr. Moore, here's what you requested."
"Alright, you can go." Sylvester took the box, and Calliope looked at it curiously. "What's this?"
Sylvester casually tossed the box to her. "Open it and see for yourself." Then he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, hands in his pockets.
Calliope glanced at him, opened the box, and was shocked by what she saw.
It was a ring with a huge diamond. Could it be for her?
She took out the ring and walked towards the window, gazing at his profile, the sunlight outlining his handsome features.
"Is this for me?" she asked.
"I'll give it to no one," As soon as Sylvester finished speaking, Calliope sighed in relief. The better Sylvester treated her, the more nervous she became, her whole body tense. But Sylvester's gaze turned to her face, and he added, "But you." A wicked smile played on his lips.
Calliope's heart tightened again. "Can't you just say it all at once?"
It was for her. Most women might've been over the moon, but she couldn't feel truly happy. The more she got, the more pressure she felt.
"Baby." He looked out at the horizon, calling her in that ambiguous way.
Calliope's mind was stuck on the huge diamond ring, wondering how much it must've cost!
She responded absentmindedly.
"Do you prefer a boy or a girl?" Sylvester's voice was smooth and magnetic, way more pleasant than his usual nonchalant tone. He was impressive—a grad from a top school, fluent in three languages, and well-traveled. But his personality had taken a nosedive in the past two years, making him hard to approach.
She never thought she'd be talking about this with Sylvester, especially not here. It felt too surreal, like a dream.
"A girl, I guess. If it's a boy and he's like you, I'd be overwhelmed." Calliope's honest words slipped out. But why was she even thinking about this? A kid was never part of the plan.
Sylvester wasn't his usual cold self; he smiled gently, his eyes full of affection. "I like them both."
His voice was deep and sexy, carrying the charm of a mature man, even a fatherly tenderness. The air felt warm, and Calliope noticed Sylvester seemed more mature overnight after learning about her pregnancy.
Looking at Sylvester's smile, Calliope couldn't help but smile back, a warm feeling quietly taking over her thoughts.
She looked down at the huge diamond ring in her hand, feeling the pressure mounting.
Suddenly, Sylvester gently took the ring from her hand. She looked up, dazed, feeling his unprecedented gentleness, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor when they first met, making her a bit lost.
He carefully slipped the ring onto her finger, his focused and affectionate gaze enough to make anyone fall deeply.
At that moment, she felt like she was at a wedding, just missing a priest.
"You being so nice all of a sudden, I'm not used to it." Calliope stared at his handsome face, feeling a bit awkward. This atmosphere was too peculiar, like it only belonged to lovers.
But Sylvester's next words shattered the romantic mood. "If you want to know what a slap feels like, I don't mind obliging."
Calliope's face changed. She pulled her hand back, the awkwardness disappearing instantly, and retorted, "Forget it! I'm not that masochistic. Since you're fine, I'll leave now. Jenny is still waiting outside."
With that, she was ready to leave. No matter how big the diamond ring, it couldn't erase Sylvester's unfriendly impression on Calliope.
"Calliope."
She had just reached the door when Sylvester's deep voice sounded from behind. She responded impatiently, "What else?"
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