Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 121: He Wants to Lick the Wine Off Chloe Nash’s Neck

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: He Wants to Lick the Wine Off Chloe Nash’s Neck

Upon hearing those words, Silas Prescott’s smile grew even more pronounced at the corners of his lips.

He had finally waited for the much-anticipated date.

He immediately replied, "Alright, see you there."

He hung up the phone and called Owen Paxton in: "Postpone tonight’s meeting."

Owen Paxton felt a bit troubled: "President Prescott, tonight is the shareholders’ meeting. It’s said Mr. Prescott will bring the young master along; his intentions couldn’t be clearer. Aren’t you afraid he’ll seize the opportunity to take over?"

Silas chuckled lightly, "If he had that capability, he would have been sitting here ten years ago, why wait until now? Perfect timing with me absent, let’s see what storm they can stir up."

"What are your plans for the evening, do you need me to tag along?"

Silas stood up and said, "Dr. Nash invited me for dinner, so you tell me if you should come along?"

His tone was calm, free from discernible emotion, but Owen Paxton caught a hint of comfort in his eyes.

Owen discreetly handed him the car keys, saying, "President Prescott, I wish you a pleasant date."

Hopefully, it won’t be like last time when you got stood up.

But Owen didn’t dare utter that thought; saying it out loud might just cost him his head.

In high spirits, Silas took the keys and walked outside.

As he opened the door, he saw Stella Sterling standing there.

She smiled at Silas Prescott, "Brother Silas, there’s a document I need you to sign."

Silas looked at her with cold eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"Uncle Prescott’s secretary is on maternity leave, and I happened to have some free time, so I’m helping out. Now we can see each other every day, please look after me, Brother Silas."

Stella nodded politely.

According to the plan, Albie Kane’s company should be nearing bankruptcy now, Chloe Nash will surely blame Brother Silas, creating a rift between them.

She could take advantage of this opportunity.

She couldn’t believe, with her beauty and talent, spending every day with Silas Prescott would not make him like her.

Silas was well aware of his father’s intentions.

He accepted the document from Stella Sterling with an impassive expression, glanced over a few pages, his tone calm yet authoritative.

"Is this your report?"

Stella nodded cheerfully, "Yes."

Silas mercilessly handed it back, "Take it back and redo it. If it’s not done well, don’t bother coming."

With that, he strolled away.

Stella looked at Owen Paxton in confusion, "Assistant Paxton, I followed the previous secretary’s format, why did Brother Silas say it’s not okay?"

Owen shook his head, "Understanding the boss’s mind is tricky. When he says it’s not okay, it’s not okay, no reason. Miss Sterling, you need to adapt gradually."

Stella knew full well that Silas Prescott was deliberately giving her a hard time; she had never suffered such indignation since childhood.

But to be with Silas Prescott, there was no other way but to endure.

She bit her lip and said, "Assistant Paxton, could you teach me how to do it?"

Owen quickly waved his hand, "Sorry, Miss Sterling, the shareholders’ meeting is about to start, I need to hurry over, you’d better go back to your office and revise."

With that, he made a gesture inviting her to leave.

Stella was somewhat perplexed, "Isn’t Brother Silas attending the shareholders’ meeting?"

"President Prescott has a very important date, I’ll be attending in his place."

"What date could be more important than the shareholders’ meeting?"

"That’s President Prescott’s personal schedule, I’m not at liberty to disclose."

Personal schedule, meaning it’s not business-related.

Could Brother Silas be meeting with Chloe Nash?

At the thought of this possibility, Stella’s eyes suddenly brightened.

She was looking forward to the moment Chloe Nash and Silas Prescott fall out.

Silas drove straight to the date location; as soon as he entered the door, the restaurant manager greeted him with a smile, "President Prescott, Miss Nash has been waiting for you, I’ll take you there."

Upon hearing those words, Silas had an unmistakable expectation in his eyes.

His mind suddenly recalled a date with Sienna Paxton years ago.

Back then, Sienna invited him to dinner, he thought it was just an ordinary meal.

Unexpectedly, when he pushed open the door, he saw the room beautifully decorated, with the words ’Happy Birthday’ flashing on the wall opposite.

A little girl in a black mermaid dress dashed towards him.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were filled with uncontainable excitement.

Sienna wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him lightly, her voice soft and warm, "Happy birthday, brother."

At that moment, he felt like all the years of pain from his parents’ neglect were healed by this little girl.

He held Sienna tightly, whispering in her ear, "Sienna, there are many ways to make me happy, do you want to try them with me?"

Sienna quickly pushed him away in fright, "I prepared a gift for you, let me get it."

She was about to turn around, but Silas tightly held her waist.

The warm hand gently caressed her waist, and a deep, husky voice sounded in her ear.

"Sienna, the best gift for me is... is you."

With that, not giving Sienna a chance to react, he kissed her on the lips.

That was the first time Sienna invited him to dinner, the first time she kissed him voluntarily.

They didn’t eat much for that dinner; Sienna had cake, he had Sienna.

Recalling these moments, Silas felt each frame made him both excited and heartbroken.

Unknowingly, that soft little bunny had left him for five years.

Did she ever think of him during that time?

Silas pushed open the door, finding Chloe Nash standing on the balcony watching the sunset.

The setting sun’s afterglow streamed through the glass window onto Chloe Nash’s face, adding a touch of warmth to her typically cool demeanor.

This sight captivated Silas Prescott.

Chloe slowly turned around, gesturing for him to take a seat, "President Prescott, please sit."

Seeing the wine on the table and a few dishes he liked, Silas smiled meaningfully.

"Dr. Nash seems to know my preferences very well; the last person who knew me so well was Sienna."

He walked leisurely to Chloe’s side.

His dark eyes fixed intently on her.

Chloe averted her gaze, picked up a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and handed one to Silas, holding the other herself.

She faintly smiled, "Since I’m inviting you to dinner, knowing your preferences shows my sincerity. President Prescott, this glass is to thank you for saving me that day." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Chloe’s gesture surprised Silas a bit.

He thought they were just having a regular meal, not expecting Chloe to prepare wine.

It seems he holds significant importance in her mind after all.

Thinking about all this, Silas’s mood soared to the clouds, taking the wine glass and clinking it with Chloe’s.

A smirk of ambiguous meaning played on his lips.

"Dr. Nash, aren’t you afraid of drinking too much and crying while holding me?"

Chloe decisively replied, "No."

Then, she tilted her head and drained her glass.

She drank so quickly that red wine flowed from the corner of her mouth down her neck.

The contrasting colors of white and red made Silas’s suppressed emotions suddenly surge.

He longed to lower his head and lick the wine off Chloe Nash’s neck.