Silas's POV
"Mr. Damon, have you finally lost it? Why are you asking such a childish question here?"
"Silas, just answer what I asked... Me or him?"
I glanced at Jeren. He didn't say anything, and I had promised him that I would go with him to the party. I can't break that promise yet.
"I will go with Mr. Jeren."
As I said that, Damon suddenly went silent, his face completely unreadable.
I hope Damon won't hold a grudge against me. Who knows? He might yell at me later, asking why I didn't choose him.
"Silas, get in the car," Jeren said.
We both sat in the car, and the driver started driving. Thank god the makeup artist came to my house today. At least I look good right now.
While I was lost in thought, I glanced at Jeren. He was staring out the window, resting his head against it, lost in his own thoughts.