Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 114: I Am Her Family Member

Chloe woke up early in the morning. Just after she finished freshening up, she heard someone knocking at the door.

She hurried to open it.

Caden stood at the door, one hand in his pocket, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Sienna, let’s have breakfast together."

Chloe looked around cautiously: "Don’t call me that. Be careful, Silas Prescott might hear you."

Caden shrugged off her concern with a smile: "He’s not even in Varden, and he doesn’t have some super hearing. Or are you saying he’s bugged you?"

The idea struck him, so Caden immediately started patting Chloe down, checking her all over.

This wasn’t something Silas Prescott hadn’t done before.

Chloe shoved him away: "Not at the moment, but it’s always better to be careful."

"Alright, got it. Let’s go eat. I heard the breakfast buffet here is great, and they have rice noodles you love."

The two of them walked into the elevator together.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, someone stuck a hand in to stop them.

Chloe instinctively pressed the open button.

But she didn’t look up, her gaze staying firmly on the elevator buttons.

As soon as the elevator doors had closed, an all-too-familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Can you press B1 for me? Thanks."

The moment she heard that voice, Chloe’s back stiffened with instinctive tension.

She whipped around to look.

Sure enough, there was Silas Prescott standing behind her, white shirt, black pants, a faint, ambiguous smirk playing on his lips.

Their eyes met, so sudden it caught both off guard.

Silas Prescott’s face registered surprise: "Dr. Nash, what a coincidence."

It felt as if Chloe was thrown back five years, to that time she tried to escape abroad for her studies. Right as the plane was about to take off, she had seen Silas Prescott.

She instinctively took a few steps back, unable to hide the panic flooding into her eyes.

"You... Why are you here?"

Silas let out a soft laugh: "Prescott Group owns thirty percent of Varden’s businesses. Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to be here? Dr. Nash, are you so nervous because you think I’m here to catch you? Sorry, but I’m not that free."

Owen Paxton, the assistant, couldn’t help but grumble inside: President Prescott, you ARE this free. The Varden deals were wrapped up just a week ago and you’re already back here. Even an idiot can tell it’s for her.

But he dared not say it out loud—he just smiled and echoed: "Dr. Nash, I’m here with President Prescott to discuss a project. Didn’t expect to run into you at the same hotel."

Chloe didn’t buy the coincidence, but she couldn’t question it either.

Fearful she’d blow her cover.

All she could do was force a stiff smile: "Yeah, what a coincidence."

Seeing this, Caden couldn’t help cursing privately. No wonder Sienna is so afraid of Silas Prescott—this lunatic really is like a clingy, moody ghost who won’t let go.

He chuckled and said, "Since President Prescott is so busy, we won’t keep you. Chloe and I are off to breakfast, we still have a meeting later."

The elevator doors opened and he pulled Chloe out by the hand.

When Silas saw their hands linked, his eyes practically burned with anger.

He didn’t hesitate—he strode over and tore their hands apart, pretending to be clueless: "I also reserved breakfast. Let’s eat together."

With that, he slung an arm around Chloe’s shoulders and steered her toward the restaurant.

Chloe struggled to shrug him off, but Silas’s cool voice sounded in her ear: "As your most honored friend, what’s wrong with having breakfast together? Unless you have a guilty conscience?"

Chloe got so scared she didn’t dare move. She glanced up at Silas: "Don’t go draping your arm over me. There are a lot of my friends over there—it wouldn’t look good if they saw."

Silas arched a brow at her: "What, am I an embarrassment to you?"

"No."

"Then what are you afraid of? They’re all foreigners. Over there, even a greeting involves a kiss on the cheek. What’s a little arm around the shoulder? If Dr. Nash is so bothered, it only means your feelings for me aren’t so simple. Or do you secretly like me after all?"

That made Chloe want to curse him out on the spot.

Whoever likes him is a damn dog.

She shot Silas a dirty look: "President Prescott, delusion is a mental illness too. You should get it treated."

Silas, seeing her cheeks flushed with anger, finally felt a little better after last night’s frustration.

His lashes lowered as he murmured, "That’s for the best. I already have someone I like." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

As they walked into the restaurant, several foreign friends spotted Chloe and immediately stood up to walk over.

Greeting her in fluent English: "Dr. Nash! Long time no see!"

They leaned in, ready to hug Chloe, but Silas abruptly blocked them: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Here, we don’t do that kind of greeting—a handshake will suffice."

The foreign guests looked confused and glanced at Silas: "Dr. Nash, is this your husband?"

Chloe shook her head quickly: "No, he’s—"

She was about to say he was just a patient’s family, but the words died on her lips.

Because Silas was now shooting her a razor-sharp look.

She instantly changed tack: "He’s a very good friend of mine—just happened to be here on a business trip too."

The foreign friends exchanged a meaningful look and chuckled: "Dr. Nash, your friend is very possessive."

Chloe let the comment drop and pointed toward the buffet: "Let me show you around and introduce some local specialties."

"Fantastic, we had no idea where to start."

The group followed Chloe to the buffet area.

Owen Paxton approached: "President Prescott, what can I get you for breakfast?"

Silas stared at Chloe, laughing and chatting with those people, balling his fist tightly.

How come they’re all just friends and she’s so warm to them?

But to him—she put up a mile-high wall.

His tone was ice cold: "No need. I’ll get it myself."

Sitting at the table, the assistant asked again: "President Prescott, Young Mr. King invited you for a game of tennis in Varden. Do you have time?"

Silas shot him a look: "No. I have a meeting this morning."

The assistant was puzzled. He had no idea there was a meeting scheduled.

Only at nine o’clock, when he saw his boss walking into the main auditorium for the medical conference did he realize—so that "meeting" was Dr. Nash’s seminar.

But this was a medical symposium... President Prescott, are you sure you’ll understand any of it?

The security at the entrance stopped Silas: "Sir, may I see your invitation?"

Silas pointed at Chloe, who was presenting on stage: "I’m her family."