The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 62

The sight of that smirk sent a shiver down Killian’s spine. This was about more than just some shipping restrictions; there had to be more to it.

“You’re not… shipping something illegal, are you?” Killian asked tentatively.

“Your only job is to solve the problem. What I’m shipping is none of your concern.” Clifford picked up his glass and took a slow, deliberate sip.

Killian was silent for a moment. “I understand.”

A thought suddenly occurred to Killian. “Clifford, was all of this… really for Yesenia?”

He had obviously seen Yesenia’s Instagram post, though he hadn’t liked it. Killian was practically a ghost on social media.

“You’re overstepping,” Clifford said, deflecting the question. “Right now, you should be focused on getting your sister under control.”

To Killian, that was as good as a confirmation. He couldn’t help but marvel. “Love is a strange and powerful thing.”

Some women didn’t have to be perfect; they would be loved fiercely and unconditionally regardless.

Clifford ran a finger over the rim of his glass, his expression unreadable, and didn’t reply.

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Latisha had fallen into a restless sleep on the sofa, her dreams filled with flashing news reports and the hateful comments from online trolls. She dreamt that Nikita, broken by the cyberbullying, leaped from the roof of a skyscraper.

The moment Nikita fell, Latisha’s heart plummeted with her, and she snapped awake. She stared at the ceiling, the television still murmuring in the background. Outside, a light rain had begun to fall, tapping against the windows.

Etherea City was a city of rain.

In her daze, Latisha heard the faint beeping of the keypad lock on the front door. She sat up, her eyes fixed on the entrance.

Latisha pressed her lips together. She had no right to interrogate him. Even asking was pointless. It was just like when he had burned the painting Nikita gave her; he didn't need a reason. The only reason was that Nikita had hurt the woman he loved.

Silence fell in the living room again, the sound from the television amplifying the emptiness of the large house.

“Time for bed.”

Done wasting words, Clifford simply scooped her into his arms and carried her upstairs.

The moment they were in bed, his hands began to wander, stroking and squeezing.

Latisha’s heart felt heavy as a stone. She turned her back to him, a silent rejection.

But her rejection meant nothing. He gripped her shoulder and forced her to face him. His fingers dug into her bruised skin, and a jolt of pain made her vision go dark. She couldn't help but gasp.