A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

Silas's handsome face was a canvas of mixed emotions. His deep, dark eyes were filled with a heavy dose of bewilderment.

As he slowly turned his head, he was greeted by the sight of scantily clad clothing strewn across the floor, along with an assortment of bizarre gadgets.

Calliope buried her face in her hands, wishing she could just disappear.

"If I told you these belong to a friend of mine, would you believe me?" she mustered the courage to ask Silas.

"Your friend's, and you brought them home?" Silas questioned, his tone serious.

"Well, it's just..." Calliope was on the verge of tears. "Forget it, think whatever you want!"

She hurriedly began gathering up the scattered items.

Silas joined her, picking up things from the floor. Just as their hands reached for the last item, it suddenly sprang to life, buzzing furiously.

They both recoiled as if shocked by electricity.

Calliope screamed inwardly, "I want to die!"

What an utterly humiliating scene! Thank goodness the house staff wasn't around, or she might as well have wished for the ground to swallow her up.

While Silas stood frozen, Calliope quickly snatched up the vibrating object and turned it off. Blushing furiously, she grabbed the items and darted upstairs, her footsteps thudding against the steps.

Once in her room, her face was aflame with embarrassment. She had never, in this life or the last, felt so mortified. In hindsight, she should have left those things in the car. Why did she bring them inside?

What was Silas thinking of her now? Did he think she was trying to seduce him or that she was some kind of closet pervert?noveldrama

Ahhhh!

Calliope hugged a pillow tightly, pressing it against her face, practically suffocating herself in a bout of awkward frustration.

When Silas entered, he found her sitting on the bed, that incriminating bag tossed at the foot, her entire face buried in a pillow as if she wished she could disappear into it.

"You know, there's nothing to be ashamed of if you're into this kind of thing," Silas said in a low voice. "It's perfectly normal."

Calliope was dumbfounded. She peeked out just enough to see him with wide eyes.

Silas sat beside her. "If you have needs, you can tell me directly, can't you? After all, you have a husband, right?"

His voice was gentle, unlike his usual aloof demeanor. Yet, Calliope was at a loss for words.

Was she that kind of woman? Absolutely not! He had completely misunderstood her!

Silas's mind was still reeling, thinking about the contents of Calliope's bag.

Was she avoiding him, or did she think he couldn't satisfy her? Would she rather choose these gadgets over him? Wasn't a real person better?

Calliope was like, "..."

Great, she couldn't explain her way out of this one. Silas had utterly misunderstood her. The more she tried to clarify, the worse it got.

She moved the pillow aside, trying to regain her composure. "I'm going to take a shower."

She felt her heart pounding. Since the misunderstanding was already there, she might as well go along with it. She had planned to meet his needs anyway, so why not just go for it?

If she kept rejecting him, would Silas be even more reluctant to come home?

Calliope quickly retreated to the bathroom to shower. Afterward, she urged Silas to hurry up and take his turn.

Silas unhurriedly removed his bracelet and watch, and then loosened his tie. Calliope snuck a couple of glances at him, her heart racing as her cheeks flushed with heat. She felt a twinge of nervousness.

Silas was undeniably well-built, with a V-shaped torso, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. Standing there, he looked every bit like a model.