'How did Silas Stowe become like this?'
'What on earth happened to him all these years? Why is he so unreasonable now? Is this really the same Silas Stowe she knew, the same obedient, well-behaved boy?'
Even Jocelyn Grant could feel how dangerous he was now.
He pointed to himself as he spoke.
"Me, unreasonable? Ha! You used to say this personality of mine was cute. When you liked me, Joce, you'd call me your sweet little brother. Now that you don't, I'm just being unreasonable."
Hearing him belittle her so bluntly, Jocelyn Grant's carefully maintained gentle expression started to crack. A wave of sorrow washed over her. 'How could he say such things to me now?'
"What nonsense are you talking about? That's not what I meant at all."
Silas Stowe stared at her.
"Am I scary now? Am I hideous? Haha, your expression is just so cute. I love it when you look like a little bitch. We were truly born to be together, don't you think, Joce? I really, really like you."
