HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 932

Not a single one had escaped his notice.

That was why...

He had never come here expecting this fight to end simply by taking Silas down.

Behind him, Vincent still held Cale's coat and pistol. His fingers gripped the weapon's handle so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Every instinct in him kept urging him to raise the gun and end it all with a single pull of the trigger.

But he remained silent. He knew Cale too well.

The moment the first bullet was fired without orders, everything they had planned would fall apart. More than that, Vincent knew Cale was not pursuing a momentary victory. There was something far greater at stake than simply taking Silas down in that old house.

Across from them, Silas drew a long breath. His chest was rising and falling more heavily than it had a few minutes earlier. Blood was still flowing from the split in his lip, yet his eyes remained filled with a confidence that bordered on madness. Slowly, he wiped the blood away with his thumb, then flashed a crooked smile, revealing the gap where his broken tooth had been.

"You can beat me all you want," he said quietly between breaths that were growing increasingly ragged. He let out a soft chuckle, as though the injuries on his face meant nothing at all.

"But Lydia," his gaze met Cale's eyes directly, "isn't here anymore."

Those words lingered in the air along with the smell of gunpowder and the dust filling the corridor.

Silas waited. He waited for Cale's anger. He waited for the man to lose control. Instead, all he found was a pair of eyes that remained just as calm as before, without the slightest trace of the panic he so desperately wanted to see.

For the first time since the fight had begun, Silas found himself wondering.

Was the man standing before him really still playing to the rhythm he had created...

Or had it been...

Silas who was being played all along?

***

The roar of the SUV's engine continued to tear through the narrow mountain road. The vehicle sped through one bend after another as the doctor in the back seat kept pressing against the gunshot wound in Jasper's shoulder. The gauze, once white, had been replaced again and again, yet the blood continued to seep through without stopping.

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