Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 845
“I won’t go back, and I won’t meet with them tomorrow either! Do you know that I was almost-” Rose
choked down her sobs at this point.
There was a sudden silence on the other end.
After a while, there was a change in George’s attitude. His tone softened, but his words were more cutting.
“Rose, I know you’re in a difficult situation. But at the moment, our family is facing difficulties. As a
daughter of the Emerson family, sacrificing a bit for the family is reasonable, isn’t it?
“Your sister is about to be engaged to the second son of the Dalton family in Northuis. She has sacrificed
a lot for our family, too.”
Rose’s eyes turned crimson instantly as she asked word by word. “Did you know that those two men had
evil intentions toward me from the beginning? Is that so?”
George remained silent.
“You knew everything and still let me meet them. Is this how you put your daughter in danger?” Rose cried
out in anger and frustration, tears streaming down her face.
Silas didn’t catch all the words outside the door, but this sentence was crystal clear.
Combining it with the fragments he had heard earlier, he pieced together the whole story.
Instantly, his heart wrenched. He clenched his fists, and he was filled with anger.
What kind of devilish family was this? How could parents willingly let their daughters do such things?
No sound came from inside for a while.
Silas took a deep breath and lightly knocked on the door out of concern. But Rose didn’t give him any

response. Worried, he pushed the door open.
“Rose?” His pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body shivered.
He saw the fragile Rose lying unconscious on the floor.
Silas rushed forward to check her condition, quickly realizing that she was experiencing cardiac arrest.
Fear spread through his being
“Hold on, Rose!”
He vigorously compressed her chest for CPR, but she showed no response.
“Rose... Rose...”
Silas watched as Rose’s lips, like withering rose petals, gradually lost color and turned a faint shade of gray. Finally, he made up
his mind, leaning in and kissing her deeply.
Their lips pressed tightly together as he continuously shared his breath with her. His heart raced in an
unusual rhythm. 1
After so
some time, Rose slowly opened her eyes. Subconsciously, she reached out her arms and hooked
them around Silas’ neck.
Silas widened his eyes in surprise. He lost his balance and collapsed toward her.
She let a soft moan escape her lips.
Rose, with a misty and teary gaze, looked pitiful yet incredibly affectionate.
Inadvertently, she stirred something deep within Silas’ heart.
Her lips, now restored to a rosy hue, unfolded like flower petals dampened by morning dew. Slowly, she

traced his lips with finesse and warmth.
At last, the tightly stretched line of Silas’ rationality snapped silently
With red eyes, he firmly held the back of her head, his breath growing heavier.
His warm tongue gently pried open her parted lips, capturing her sweetness, which was accompanied by
a subtle hint of alcohol. It invaded his senses, reaching deep into his soul.
He didn’t know how tonight had turned into this, but one thing was certain-he didn’t want to part with her
lips and didn’t want to stop.