Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 124: Sharp Tongue, Deserves a Kiss

No wonder yesterday, when Julian mentioned he hadn’t had time to deal with him lately, turns out she was planning to go back to help Albie.

What if she goes back and never wants to return?

The thought of that possibility made Silas’s chest suddenly sink.

He rushed over to Chloe’s side, grabbed her wrist tightly, his eyes full of anxiety as he looked at her.

"Chloe, is this how irresponsible you are? Julian’s still recovering—if you abandon him now, do you even know how much it could hurt him?"

Chloe yanked herself free, fuming: "Silas, what’s wrong with you this early in the morning?"

She grabbed her suitcase, ready to get in the car.

But Silas pulled her straight into his arms.

The man’s dark eyes were pleading—something rare for him: "Let me handle Albie’s problems for you, just don’t leave, okay? Julian needs you."

He knew he couldn’t convince Chloe to stay. All he could do was use their son as a shield.

Chloe could be heartless with him, not care if he lived or died, but she could never bear to hurt Julian.

She’s a doctor—she knew leaving now would cause Julian a second blow, even worse than the first.

Hearing those words, Chloe finally realized—Silas thought she was planning to leave.

She quickly pushed him away: "Silas, let go, listen to me."

"If I let you go, you’ll leave, and I might never find you again."

That was what he feared most.

He’d searched for five years, finally found someone so much like Sienna, and before he found out the truth, there was no way he’d let Chloe leave.

While they were arguing, Mrs. Nash’s voice came from behind.

"Chloe, you’ve got surgery this morning, so don’t worry about seeing us off. Just book us a taxi."

Before she’d even finished speaking, she caught sight of Silas holding Chloe tight.

Mrs. Nash looked at them, a little surprised: "What are you two doing?"

Silas finally understood—it wasn’t Chloe who was leaving, it was Mrs. Nash who was heading out.

He calmly released Chloe, patted her head, and said, "Next time, don’t rush. If I hadn’t caught you just now, you would’ve tripped."

Chloe gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "Thanks, President Prescott."

Mrs. Nash saw they were fine, breathed out relieved: "So that’s what happened. Lucky Mr. Prescott was here—if you’d fallen, our trip would’ve been ruined."

Silas nodded politely: "Are you going traveling, Uncle and Auntie?"

Mrs. Nash was in a great mood: "Yep! We signed up with a senior group, going to Varden for a few days."

"I’ve got people in Varden—I’ll have them look after you both."

"No need, we’ve got colleagues and neighbors, all people we know well. We’ll be just fine. Chloe, you’ve got surgery—just book us a ride to the airport."

At that, Silas immediately took the luggage from Chloe’s hand, his voice gentle: "Uncle, Auntie, I’m free this morning—I’ll take you. Dr. Nash, go take care of your patients, don’t hold up anyone’s surgery."

His tone was gentlemanly and tender—totally unlike the schemer he actually was in private.

There’s no way Chloe would put him to use.

She replied coolly, "No need. I can drive them, I’ll just speed up a bit."

"That’s way too risky. It’s rush hour right now—you don’t know what the roads are like. Let me do it, be good, get to work. Don’t delay your patients, or their families will complain."

He sounded just like a model husband coaxing his wife.

If she wasn’t so familiar with him, Chloe would almost fall for his cultured act.

She was about to turn him down when Caden’s voice came from behind.

"President Prescott, you’re way too busy for us. Chloe, hand me the keys—I’ll take Uncle and Auntie, you get a cab to work."

As he walked past Silas, he bumped his shoulder deliberately.

He snatched the luggage, lips curling in triumphant satisfaction.

Mrs. Nash saw what was happening and hurried to say, "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Prescott, but you’re far too busy for us—we can’t trouble you. Let Young Sinclair take us."

Silas was already sour about Caden snatching the job. Hearing Mrs. Nash call Caden Young Sinclair and him Mr. Prescott only made his mood drop lower.

Young Sinclair, Mr. Prescott.

He could accept them calling Jett Young Sterling—Jett used to visit a lot at school, they’re pretty close.

But this was Caden’s first time back in the country—why were they already so cozy with him?

Yet he’d been around so long with them and was still just Mr. Prescott.

And why did Caden come downstairs—was he staying at Chloe’s place?

Jealousy and anger burned inside Silas.

Especially seeing Caden showing off that big toothy grin—Silas really wanted to knock out his front teeth so he’d whistle when he talked.

But Silas didn’t let any of that show.

Instead, he managed a gracious smile: "Alright then, Uncle, Auntie—safe travels, and have a great time."

Mrs. Nash and Mr. North got in the car, waving at them: "Chloe, take care of yourself, and be careful going to and from work."

Before Chloe could respond, Silas waved politely: "Don’t worry, Uncle, Auntie—I’ll watch out for her."

Chloe muttered under her breath: With you looking after me, my parents will definitely worry.

As she watched the car pull away, she quickly dodged away from Silas.

"President Prescott, I’ve got to get to work. Suit yourself."

She pulled out her phone to order a cab, only for Silas to snatch it.

He took her hand: "Getting a cab’s too risky—I promised Auntie I’d watch out for you. I’ll drive you."

Chloe struggled: "No need. Honestly, riding in your car feels even less safe."

Annoyed, Silas tapped her head: "I haven’t even settled things with you yet, but you’re blaming me? How did you even know I was behind Albie’s company being sabotaged?"

"You admitted it yesterday, didn’t you? President Prescott wants to tie up loose ends and cover his tracks now?"

Seeing how sharp her tongue was, Silas wanted so badly to shut her up right then and there.

And tell her, with a mouth that savage, she’s just asking to be kissed.

But he didn’t do that—instead, he gave Chloe a long, searching look.

"Chloe, if I said you’re accusing me wrongly, what would you do?"

Chloe smirked, unconvinced: "I’d apologize to you, but that day will never come."

As she said this, Silas’s eyes flickered with a meaningful smile.

"Alright, that’s your word. When it comes time to apologize, you do it my way."

"Fine, but I don’t think you’ll ever get the chance."

Just as they were arguing, Chloe’s phone started ringing.

Seeing it was Albie, she quickly picked up.

"Chloe, the company’s crisis is over. I made a mistake about something."