Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 182: Sienna, Don’t You Want Me Anymore?

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Sienna, Don’t You Want Me Anymore?

Seeing her say this, Damien Prescott felt a secret joy in his heart—he just knew there’s no way someone could be so stupid in this world.

She knows perfectly well Silas Prescott is done for, yet she still clings to him.

Sienna isn’t an idiot; she’ll think about her own future too.

Silas, oh Silas, not only am I taking your CEO position, soon I’m snatching away the woman you love.

When you see us together, are you going to go mad?

Damien’s eyes glinted with a wicked smile, and he leaned his head into the car window: "You finally came around. As long as you agree to be with me, I’ll buy you a villa right now. You’ve been with Silas for so long, and he’s never even bought you a house, right? That just proves—you’re not that important to him."

"As long as you serve me well, from now on you’ll be my woman. Whatever you want, all it takes is one word from me. So, what do you think of these terms?"

Damien smugly leaned in closer, eyes lewdly roaming over Sienna, waiting for her ’invitation.’

He stared at Sienna’s beautiful lips, his mind full of the image of Silas losing control after learning Sienna was now his.

Silas is already shaken and suffering from amnesia; if he finds out I’ve taken over his woman, his condition will worsen—he’ll never recover in this lifetime.

Just as Damien was gloating, suddenly he felt the window slowly rising.

His neck was trapped tightly in the gap, unable to move forward or back.

He was suffocating, gasping for breath.

Furious, he cursed, "Sienna, you dare trick me! Let me go, or I’ll fucking kill you!"

Sienna didn’t let go—instead, she grabbed the pepper spray in her purse and sprayed it into Damien’s eyes.

Her voice soft and gentle: "Second Master, didn’t you want me to serve you? Then let me give your eyes a good cleaning—maybe you’ll see people more clearly."

Damien never expected Sienna would dare treat him like this.

His neck stuck at the window, eyes wide in rage at her.

But right then a wave of searing pain stung his eyes, intense and burning.

Damien’s hands were outside the car window; he couldn’t even stop her.

All he could do was let the burning sensation wash through his body.

Damien squeezed his eyes shut and screamed, "Shit! Sienna, you fucking messed with me! If anything happens to my eyes, I’ll dig yours out to pay me back!"

Sienna gave a dismissive laugh: "Second Master, there’s a camera in my car. Everything you just said to harass me was recorded. If you dare touch me, I’ll send that out—do you think your old shareholders will entrust their future to a man like you? Bet you won’t even sit in the Prescott Group’s CEO chair before they turn on you."

Damien’s neck was killing him, his eyes burned horribly.

Getting played by a young girl, his teeth were clenched in rage.

But right now, he had no choice but to back down.

Damien fought down his anger and said, "Let me go. I swear I won’t touch you." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Sienna’s eyes were icy as she glared at him: "If you go after Silas again, or keep provoking him with your words, I’ll leak your video seducing your future sister-in-law—let everyone see what kind of person is about to be the Prescott Family Head."

"Fine, I promise I won’t touch him. Just let me out—hurry."

Hearing him back down, Sienna finally pressed the window button.

The glass opened slowly, and Damien slipped out.

Holding a hand to his eyes, he pointed at Sienna: "Sienna, you better pray you don’t fall into my hands. Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you were dead."

With that, he got in his car, clutching his eyes.

Sienna returned to the ward and saw Silas standing on the balcony, gazing down. Her heart tightened.

This spot was just right—he could clearly see everything that happened with Damien in the parking lot earlier.

If Silas saw all that, would he overthink it?

Sienna walked over, worry in her voice: "You were standing here the whole time?"

Silas shook his head: "No, I just came to check if you’re back—and then you walked in."

Sienna breathed a sigh of relief: "Let’s go pack up and leave the hospital. I already had my house in the countryside cleaned up. We can move in right away."

She pulled Silas’ hand and led him inside, but felt his fingertips were cold as ice.

Sienna tiptoed up and touched his forehead. "You don’t have a fever. Why are your hands so cold?"

With steady indifference, Silas said, "Maybe the AC’s too cold."

He clasped Sienna’s hand tightly, a flicker of something strange passing through his dark eyes.

Out of caution, Sienna took Silas and Julian Prescott back to her old family home.

As soon as the car stopped, they saw a tall, handsome man walking over.

The man came to the car and greeted Sienna warmly, "Sienna, long time no see."

Seeing him, Sienna was stunned.

She stared at the man’s face for a long time before coming back to herself.

Her eyes reddened with emotion: "Brother Nathaniel, when did you get back?"

Nathaniel Thorne smiled and ruffled her hair, "Not bad—you haven’t forgotten me. I thought you’d stopped recognizing me."

"So how’d you know it was me?"

After all, she was wearing Chloe Nash’s face now.

Nathaniel gazed at her for a few seconds, deep pain in his eyes: "My mom told me. She even showed me your recent photos. Sienna, I’m sorry—years ago I promised to protect you, but I failed. When your family fell apart, I was overseas on an assignment. Otherwise, I’d never have let anyone take you away."

Thinking of that little girl who used to chase after him yelling ’Brother Nathaniel,’ then living as an orphan after losing her mother, Nathaniel felt his heart ache.

But back then, he was on a highly classified mission overseas.

No phone calls allowed, let alone returning home to help Sienna.

His absence stretched five years—when he came back, Sienna was nowhere to be found.

He tried to get information, but all came back empty.

Facing her childhood protector, memories surged in Sienna’s mind.

When her mom left, she chased the car for so long.

Snow fell from the sky; she fell down many times, stumbling along.

Her palms were bloody, her knees hurt too much to walk.

She could only collapse on the ground, watching as her mother’s car slowly disappeared from view.

Just as she was at her lowest, several little kids showed up behind her.

They pointed and teased, "Your mom’s gone—she doesn’t want you anymore. You’re going to be a kid without a mom. Kids without moms are like weeds. So pathetic."

Those words, to three-year-old Sienna, stabbed into her chest like silver needles.

The pain was bone-deep.

At that moment, a boy’s voice rang out behind her: "Don’t bully her."

Nathaniel Thorne was five years older than her; at eight, he was taller than all the other kids.

He was strong and good at fighting—all the neighborhood kids were scared of him.

Once he showed up, the ones teasing Sienna fled in a panic.

Nathaniel helped Sienna up, his young face full of concern.

"Sienna, come home with your brother. Your mom doesn’t want you, but I do. From now on, my mom will be yours too."

At those words, Sienna burst into tears.

Clinging to his neck, she sobbed, "Brother Nathaniel, was I not good enough, is that why Mom left me?"

Nathaniel picked her up, walking and comforting her, "Sienna’s pretty, and she’s smart and kind. If she doesn’t want you, it’s her loss. Don’t cry. My mom made your favorite sweet-and-sour ribs. Eat more later and you’ll forget her."

From then on, Nathaniel’s care for her only grew.

From kindergarten through middle school, all her classmates knew she had a big brother who fought for her.

Later, Nathaniel graduated high school and went straight to military academy.

The discipline was strict—they lost contact more and more, until at fifteen, Nathaniel went overseas and severed all family ties.

Remembering it all, Sienna felt like she was back in her childhood.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Nathaniel, "Brother Nathaniel protects the country, he’s a real hero. How could I ever blame you? You’re just like my dad and uncle—so brave."

Hearing this, Nathaniel gave a bitter smile.

This kind of heroism means losing so much—even their lives.

But loyalty and family rarely go hand in hand.

For the country, they set aside love, risk everything, spill blood to keep it safe.

Nathaniel gazed at Sienna’s face—strange yet familiar—his eyes full of unspoken emotion.

He was just about to reach out and pat her head when suddenly, a man’s voice sounded behind them.

"Sienna, are you going to leave me behind?"