Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 8: Marry Me

After asking that question, Clara Sterling felt her heart was about to jump out.

She was so nervous that she could hardly hold the pen.

Sophie Sheffield tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "No, my brother doesn’t seem interested in anyone."

Clara’s heart finally settled ground again.

"He has high standards, I wonder who will catch his eye in the future," Sophie remarked.

Coming out of her thoughts, Clara had already changed into slippers and followed Silas Sheffield to the living room.

There were noticeable signs of life here, some items were clearly personal belongings, unlike those provided by hotels, indicating that Silas often stayed here.

"Sit anywhere," Silas hung his coat on the rack by the side and turned to the kitchen.

Clara sat down on the sofa, her eyes wandering around the living room.

The living room was large, themed in black, white, and grey, with a minimalist style, cold and empty, just like Silas.

A moment later, Silas came out of the kitchen with a cup of water.

He placed the cup in front of Clara.

A disposable cup, steam rising from the hot water.

Clara picked up the cup and said thank you.

The man spoke plainly, "There are two guest rooms over there, choose whichever you like, each has a bathroom."

Clara nodded, "Okay."

Silas paused, seeming to ponder how to start the conversation. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Clara looked at him, her gaze puzzled, waiting for him to speak.

"You..." the man hesitated for two seconds, "what size clothes do you wear? I’ll have someone send up some clothes for you to change into."

Clara was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Silas to ask that.

Instantly, a blush crept up the girl’s cheeks.

In Clara’s eyes, as bright as spring water, flashed a hint of shyness, she stammered, "Um... can I tell the staff myself?"

Silas seemed relieved, nodded slightly, "Okay."

He made a call, "Send up a set of toiletries and some women’s clothing for changing."

After speaking, he handed the phone to Clara, then turned back to his own room with a clear sense of boundaries.

With the door closed, the two were separated, and only then did Clara feel comfortable enough to report her size.

The lady on the phone politely asked, "Ma’am, can I have your underwear size?"

Huh?

They’re sending underwear too?

Clara quietly reported her underwear size.

The staff on the other side cordially said, "Alright, please hold, I’ll prepare it right away."

Clara thought the hotel’s service attitude was quite good, they could even prepare clothes to change into.

After hanging up, Clara quickly glanced at Silas’s phone screen.

The official themed wallpaper, the apps were almost all work-related, finance and business.

She looked away after just a glance.

After all, peeping at someone else’s phone is impolite, even though she didn’t open anything, she still felt a bit guilty.

She walked with the phone to Silas’s room door.

"Knock knock knock," Clara gently tapped the door.

No response.

She pressed her lips, waited a moment, and knocked again.

Still no response.

Clara had no choice but to go back to the sofa, placing the phone on the coffee table in front.

About ten minutes later, Silas’s room door opened.

Clara heard the door open and instinctively lifted her eyes to look over, and her gaze froze.

The man was wearing a grey bathrobe, chest slightly open, the curve of his chest alluring, his hair still dripping water.

Turns out he had gone to shower.

Clara quickly averted her gaze, looking at the coffee table in front, "Silas, I finished the call, and knocked just now to return your phone."

Silas hummed, bent down and picked up the phone.

Silas faced Clara directly, and at that instant, Clara inadvertently glimpsed into the man’s chest, and under the bright overhead light, even saw the man’s abs.

Clara’s breath slightly caught.

Silas picked up the phone, and just when Clara thought he would leave after taking the phone, he sat down on the single-seat sofa next to her.

"I’ve thought it over and realize there’s something necessary to tell you," Silas looked at Clara, his gaze calm, revealing no emotion.

"What is it?"

The man spoke in a low voice, "Your boyfriend doesn’t seem as simple as he appears."

Clara’s eyes showed surprise, she didn’t expect Silas to bring up Isaac Sutton.

After a few seconds of stun, Clara lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered lightly, "I know."

Silas raised an eyebrow, "You know he’s pretending to be poor to fool you?"

Clara’s fingers curled slightly, she responded quietly, "Hmm."

"Also aware of his infidelity?"

Clara responded with another "Hmm."

"Not breaking up?"

"I’m planning to pretend I don’t know, and then break up abruptly in Veridian."

Silas remained silent.

Clara watched the floor, afraid to look up.

Silas’s presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.

The way he asked these questions felt like he was interrogating a criminal.

Moments later, Clara heard Silas speak again, "Your mother is gravely ill, has your boyfriend offered any help?"

She shook her head with a hint of embarrassment.

Wondering why Silas would suddenly bring this up.

How did he know her mother was gravely ill?

Seems like Sophie told him.

"Compared to the medical expenses needed for your mother’s treatment, the money from your part-time job is just a drop in the ocean," Silas leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Clara.

The girl bowed her head, awkwardly responded with a "Hmm."

"I’m aware, I’m trying to find ways to raise money."

"Why not help me with something, and I’ll pay for all your mother’s medical expenses."

"What?" Clara suddenly lifted her head to look at Silas.

The man looked straight into her eyes, his dark eyes bottomless.

"Marry me," Clara heard the man say word by word.

Clara’s mind went blank for a moment, as if it was being formatted.

She stared blankly at the man before her, as if not understanding the meaning behind the three words he had just spoken.

"Wh-what?" The girl’s watery eyes were filled with confusion.

Then.

She saw Silas’s thin lips move slightly, hearing him repeat those three words: "Marry me."

At this moment, Clara wondered if she was dreaming.

The confused expression turned into shock, she asked perplexed, "Why?"

In contrast to her shocked expression, Silas remained much calmer, his face still indifferent, his tone steady, "Family is urging for marriage, I need a wife, and you need money, isn’t it a win-win situation?"

Win-win?

It sounded quite reasonable at first glance.

But this was marriage.

Not discussing some business project.

How could "win-win" be used as a measure?

Clara pressed her lips together, her brows knit slightly.

"I’ll give you time to think," Silas said calmly, "Contact me whenever you decide."