My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 57: Kian Sterling’s Room Check

This was the second time he had put his arm around her waist today.

It wasn’t a tight hold, but a restrained one.

His hand was warm, but his expression remained aloof and cool. Only his eyes, already deep and inscrutable, held a darkness she couldn’t decipher. It was like a gentle, dark tide, its tenderness washing over the side of her face. Celia Sterling looked away toward the door, not daring to meet his gaze for long.

"Cece needs to learn to get used to this." He spoke the most intimate words in the most casual tone. "This is just an arm around your waist. Later on... how will you be able to handle it?"

Later on, what?

He didn’t say.

But the tips of Celia Sterling’s ears turned red.

Just then, a WeChat video call from Kian Sterling popped up!

Celia Sterling, feeling as if she’d been granted amnesty, broke free from the ambiguous atmosphere and looked at Silas Norwood with her wide, almond-shaped eyes.

Silas Norwood calmly withdrew his hand and politely gave her space. "I’ll wait for Cece outside."

He departed gracefully, exuding an air of asceticism so proper it was almost unreal, as if the memory of him huskily murmuring a teasing word like "later" was just an illusion.

Once his back disappeared through the doorway, Celia Sterling took a deep breath and answered the call. On the other end, Kian Sterling was sitting in his office, still holding a document. His stunning, almost dangerously handsome face was captivating on the screen:

"Cece, what are you doing?"

"I just checked in. I’m meeting Silas for dinner and to see the ocean in a bit." Celia Sterling cleared her throat strategically. "Brother, are you checking up on me?"

Kian Sterling hummed in agreement. "You didn’t even send a message to say you’d arrived." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I was planning to take some nice pictures later and send them all to you at once." Celia Sterling offered a placating smile. "Have you eaten, Brother?"

"I have." Kian Sterling reached out and picked up a brochure. "I’m heading to Port Sovereign in a few days. There’s a new ’Princess’ class mega-yacht. Does Cece want one?"

"I don’t even like hosting yacht parties. The yachts you have are more than enough for me. Besides, Silas takes me out on his from time to time." Celia Sterling wasn’t very interested. "Aren’t you expanding your business empire right now, Brother? You should save your money."

"I’m not so hard up that I need to start pinching pennies." Kian Sterling’s tone shifted as he looked at the background of her video call. "Still in the room? Let me see it."

’See what? See a room full of Silas Norwood’s things?’

Celia Sterling paused, suppressing a guilty conscience. "Brother, my underwear is still on the bed... I haven’t put it away yet."

Kian Sterling eyed her expression, saying nothing.

Celia Sterling grew a little flustered. "Fine, if you want to see, then see."

She started moving the phone’s camera toward the bed, and Kian Sterling reflexively averted his gaze. "Never mind."

"Oh." Celia Sterling moved the camera back.

Kian Sterling asked about Silas Norwood. "Is his room close to yours?"

"Close. Very close." Celia Sterling said, forcing herself to remain calm. "The kind of close where if I need anything, he can be here in three seconds."

Kian Sterling stared at her face for a long moment. It was impossible to tell if he believed her or not. He just gave a noncommittal hum.

"Well, you and Silas Norwood have fun. I’ll video call you again tonight."

’He’s going to check my room again tonight?’

"Okay! See you tonight, Brother."

Celia Sterling steeled herself and hung up.

She went out to find Silas Norwood, but as soon as she stepped out of the suite, she froze.

Silas Norwood was standing in the hallway. The dim yellow light of the wall sconces cast a hazy glow on his pale skin, making him look like a devastatingly handsome young man straight out of a manga. About a meter in front of him, a woman had appeared at some point. She was extravagantly dressed, dripping with wealth, and staring at him with a gaze so tender you could practically wring water from it.

"Little brother, why didn’t you come find your big sister to play now that you’re here?" The woman’s voice was also gentle. "We got along so well last time on the *Royal*."

Silas Norwood’s tone was flat. "Where I’m from, with an age gap this large, you’d be called ’Auntie.’ And last time, ’Auntie,’ all we did was stand on the same deck, separated by a large crowd, and look at the ocean for a bit. I wouldn’t call that ’getting along well.’"

"First time strangers, second time friends. We watched the ocean together last time, and see? Now we’ve run into each other in the hall." The woman fiddled with the glittering jewels on her ten fingers. "Have you thought about what I told you last time?"

Silas Norwood’s expression was cold. "Not considering it."

The woman sized him up for several seconds, her desire growing more palpable the longer she looked. "What’s so bad about being with me? Just spend one or two nights a month with me. Thirty thousand each time. It won’t interfere with your life at all. If you think that’s too little, I’ll buy you a house and give you three hundred thousand a month in spending money. I’ll dote on you. How many men beg for an opportunity like this..."

"I don’t need money."

"Don’t need it? Then why are you here, fishing for a sugar mommy?" The woman clearly didn’t believe him and let out a soft laugh. "I’ve looked into you. A normal family from some third-tier city. Little brother, a family like that can’t protect a face like yours. I have some power here in Seraphina. Not only can I make your life smooth sailing, but it wouldn’t be hard to spend a little money and launch you into the dazzling heights of the entertainment industry. You’d better think carefully. Not everyone is as ’tender and caring’ as I am. If it were those perverts, Miss Scott or Miss Lowell, they’d play a game of forced captivity and love with you. It’d be too late for regrets then."

Silas Norwood glanced at the tall, broad-shouldered bodyguards in black suits standing at the corner—the rich woman’s men. "Isn’t ’Auntie’ planning on playing a game of ’force’ herself?"

"I’m worth hundreds of millions. It’s perfectly normal for me to have a few bodyguards. How could I bear to lay a hand on my little brother?" Despite her words, the bodyguards had already blocked off the hallway. The woman gently tugged on her shoulder strap and dangled a room key from her hand, the implication painfully obvious. "Want to come to my room and play?"

Silas Norwood remained unmoved. "No."

"Little brother, you just haven’t experienced how good I can be..." the woman coaxed. "Once you have, you’ll want to play with me every day."

Silas Norwood didn’t speak, but simply shifted his gaze to Celia Sterling.

Celia Sterling had been enjoying the show and was a little disappointed it was interrupted. But since Silas Norwood had now directed everyone’s attention to her, it was no longer appropriate for her to be a mere spectator.

Summoning the aura of a Sterling heiress, she walked up to the two of them and brazenly looked the woman up and down. Up close, she could see the woman’s sagging face. She had to be at least thirty-eight, if not forty. Mimicking Silas Norwood’s form of address, she lifted her chin arrogantly and demanded:

"Excuse me, Auntie, have you taken a look at your own age? What are you doing, pestering my boyfriend?"

"So, the little brother is already taken." The woman studied Celia Sterling carefully, a hint of apprehension in her eyes. "And which family’s young miss might you be?"

Having been spoiled rotten by Kian Sterling for years, Celia Sterling was notoriously proud and arrogant in the Capital Circle. When she was being good, she was sweet and soft, but when she got vicious, she was the type to smash a beer bottle over the head of another wealthy heir. That domineering aura of a top-tier heiress was incredibly intimidating.

"What, you want to find out who I am so you can come to my family and try to steal him away?"

"Of course not. A handsome face is alluring, but he’s just a plaything! I can see that you, Miss, have an air of nobility. If I could make a friend, now *that* would make this trip worthwhile." The woman was worldly and smooth. Although she still coveted Silas Norwood, she also knew the danger of being led astray by beauty. Compared to a man, a new connection was clearly far more attractive to her.

"I’m an introvert. I don’t like making friends," Celia Sterling tossed out coolly. Then she looked back at Silas Norwood, her almond eyes narrowing slightly as she reinforced his ’innocent, easily-bullied little brother’ persona. "Wasn’t playing with me in the room all afternoon enough? You still have the energy to come out and find an ’Auntie’?"