Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 740

Silas's expression turned somber. "Why?"

"Okay, it's getting late. You should go. I'm really fine so you don't need to worry." Pearl gently pushed him, signaling that it was time for him to go. She was determined to maintain some distance.

Silas didn't want to force her, knowing that pursuing someone required patience. He bid her goodbye with a hint of sadness and left, taking the medicine with him.

As he walked past a trash can on the street, he tossed the bag inside, finding it to be a rather lame gesture.

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That night, Pearl had a disturbing dream. She dreamt of Silas, his hands around her neck, his eyes bloodshot, and his body tense, attempting to harm her. In her dream, she was even forced into a marriage she didn't want.

When she woke up, she felt sweat on her forehead and her heart racing. Although it was just a dream, given Silas's unpredictable behavior, it didn't seem entirely implausible to her. She decided it was time to make a decision for her own good.

Pearl went to the garage, a piece of toast in her mouth, and was surprised to find Silas there, looking unusually neat and cheerful with a smile she hadn't seen before.

"Good morning, Pea! Your bodyguard is here to escort you to work," he greeted her cheerfully.

Pearl was still in shock, so seeing him now did little to improve her mood. "Okay, but I don't want to ride in your car today."

"You've rejected me 66 times. I'm used to this," Silas replied with a playful tone. He then turned stylishly and extended his hand to her. "Miss Gorgeous, would you grace me with a ride today?"

"Don't bother trying those random techniques you pick up from who-knows-where on me," Pearl retorted, noticing his flirtatious actions and feeling the urge to slap his hand.

However, instead of his usual reaction, Silas maintained his bright smile. "Oh, did you catch the news?"

Pearl, who had been up early preparing for work, hadn't had a chance to check the news yet, so she simply replied, "Yes."

"What are your thoughts on it?" Silas asked, his excitement palpable.

"Everything seems fine in the country, and people appear to be happy. What's wrong with it?" Pearl responded, puzzled.

"So, you admit it then?"

Pearl suddenly realized something was off. "Admit to what?"

"Oh, you haven't seen it." Silas lowered his head in disappointment.

Curious, Pearl removed the slice of toast from her mouth, took out her phone, and checked the news. When she saw it, she was stunned.

The front page featured a picture that looked familiar—the entrance of Dark Bar. The positioning of the man and woman in the photo also struck a chord; the man wore casual attire and looked dashing, while the woman donned a black ruffled dress with a cinched-in waist—the very dress she had worn yesterday.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Wasn't this from when she was feeling sick and Silas was patting her back?

The paparazzi had captured it? Not only that, but the headline was sensational: [Shocking! Renowned influencer Silas Quinton caught in a passionate embrace with a mysterious woman at a bar!]

In the photo, Silas's handsome face was clearly visible, while Pearl's face was partially obscured, seen from the side with her hair covering part of it. The photo left no doubt that it was her.

Pearl held her head, feeling light-headed from the shock.

"Is this making you feel dizzy?" Silas was amused by her reaction.