A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 289

The crew was on edge, waiting for Calliope and Silas. They watched the live streaming and knew the duo had made it out safely.

As they stepped out of the sprawling estate, there was Damien, leaning casually against his car, with a convoy of vehicles lined up behind him. It seemed like everyone from the Myers Manor had shown up.

Calliope was ready for anything. She had mentally prepared herself to rescue Silas if needed. She suspected Silas wasn’t entirely under Yara’s control but wasn’t about to take any chances. She would snatch him away if it came down to it.

"You came prepared for a rescue mission?" Silas looked at her with admiration and surprise.

Calliope chuckled softly. "Well, I figured I’d rely on Damien and the gang to help me if Yara played hardball. I’ve heard about Yara. She’s got quite the reputation."

"Still, she doesn’t seem that hard to deal with," Calliope remarked thoughtfully.

She had expected Yara to be the kind of overbearing figure that Silas and Uriah, who doted on her like an adored sister, had warned her about. Despite inheriting some of her brother's business acumen and displaying exceptional skills, Yara was still the little princess of their circle.

But to Calliope’s surprise, Yara was quite reasonable, even likable—a stark contrast to the spoiled, domineering persona Calliope had envisioned.

"You like her?" Silas raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, she seems like she’d make a good friend."

"She probably likes you too. You two could hit it off. Being around us guys all the time, she doesn’t have many female friends," Silas mused.

Damien and the others, perceptive as ever, realized Mr. Myers was itching for some alone time with his wife. Everyone piled into their cars.

Damien slipped into the driver’s seat, and Calliope joined Silas in the backseat. Damien, being the considerate guy he was, raised the partition.

Calliope barely had a moment to settle before Silas pulled her into his lap. His hands, nimble like a fish swimming, began exploring her body. The chill from outside vanished as the warmth of his touch ignited a fire within her.

Silas’s hand traced her leg, sparking flames with every touch. Calliope clasped her arms around his neck, meeting his kiss with a boldness of her own, though her technique was still a tad clumsy compared to his practiced movements.

Calliope recalled Yara’s words—Silas had someone in his heart, someone who bore a striking resemblance to her...